Last Wednesday, the day that we said good-bye to Bandit, we took our afternoon walk to the mailbox (which is a mile each way) with the dogs and the goats. Halfway there, out in the middle of the desert, Angel fell behind and was intently focused on something off the road. We got her moving again but on the way back, she stopped at the same spot. Lee went to see what it was and off the road a little ways under a big prickly pear cactus was this little scared kitty! Lee pulled her out and I scooped her up and brought her home. We took one look at each other and said, "Bandit". Meaning, he sent her to us. That has been sort of a theme in my life, whenever I lose one of my animals, another shows up to take it's place. In fact, Angel (the rottie) who found this little kitty, came to me 3 days after I put down my old dog, Sadie. I found her on the side of the freeway in a thunderstorm.
It didn't take little Cactus Rose long to get REALLY comfortable here. And she's even making friends with Nutmeg (although Patches isn't completely sure about her yet).
We're working with Angel on getting used to the new addition, as well. She's fine with bunnies, but not so sure about kitties.
Never a dull moment around this place!