Rocky and Roscoe (and Dusty)

Rocky and Roscoe (and Dusty)

Rocky was a medium to long-haired Siamese mix with lynx-tufted ears and a fluffy tail who was with us for less than a year. He was a juvenile of maybe 6 months when Judy brought him home from the shelter.

Rocky on the road again

He had been freshly adopted when we bought the Casa Del Gatos Escape Pod (our Class A Motorhome) and we took him along on several trips up to Mom and Dad's mountain house in Grant. He really took to traveling and had no issues with life "on the road."



He was very friendly and seemed partial to Simon, our previously-adopted Siamese-mix, very well. They hung out quite a bit until Roscoe came along.

Roscoe and Daisy

  Roscoe was one of a batch of fosters in the Summer of 2006 that included two (erstwhile) Himalayan kittens - one boy and one girl. The little female was lighter in color and a little more outgoing . I cannot for the life of me imagine why The Dukes of Hazard was involved in the naming process, but the female ended up Daisy (Duke) and he became Roscoe (P. Coltrane.) Daisy eventually became Dixie and was adopted, but I never doubted for a second that Roscoe would be staying with us.

For one thing he was one of the most strikingly handsome cats I have ever seen and always had a unique expression on his face. I am also partial to Siamese mixes in general. He had a fairly dark coat and very dark points that just got darker as he grew up. 

Roscoe, Rocky and Simon

Unfortunately, he also had a runny nose. A lot. And it didn't get better. Eventually, we got educated enough to know that he was suffering from FVR (feline viral rhinotracheitis) and there was pretty much no cure for it. Thankfully, it did not bother him much, aside from some pretty regular sneezing and sniffling. None of the other cats were infected/affected and we just kind of went with the flow.

Especially since Rocky never showed any symptoms and they bathed each other regularly.

Sadly, Roscoe didn't get all that much time with Rocky. Rocky was allowed outside early on because, quite frankly, he wouldn't shut up or stop attempting to escape until we let him. Of course, the main risk of letting cats outside is that they are 100% more likely to run away or come to harm from some predator or mishap. Sure enough, one day in late September of 2006, Rocky didn't come home.

After Rocky disappeared, Roscoe became best buddies with Dusty (short for Dust Bunny,) a fluffy gray Chartreaux-looking youngster (also a rescue) who became a permanent resident about that time.

They were rarely apart and were close enough in age to be like litter mates.

Dusty and Roscoe meet the "real world"

They were also introduced to the outside world together in the Spring of 2007.

Roscoe liked outside and all the great things that are out there ... particularly lizards.

Don't talk to ME about insurance!

He also (like most cats) liked to get IN things.






 Some time before Thanksgiving in 2008, Roscoe failed to come in for dinner. Of course we went through the usual motions, calling around and thinking he would show up before long and that he was just lost. Obviously, that was not the case and we mourned him as well. Rocky wasn't with us long enough to really get embedded in the growing feline nation but Roscoe was with us for more than 2 years. I still miss my fuzzy little buddy most of all.

When Roscoe disappeared, he changed our minds about the whole "outside cat" thing. The only new cat in the past four years who got to go out was 'Lilah. More about her later.