It has now been almost 3 years since we planned to have a Rottweiler. As the saying goes – firstly it turns out differently and secondly than you think – she, this sweet 3-color cat, was suddenly sitting on the terrace.
At this glance it was almost done and since one or two cats would not spurn the treats, there was a small portion to satisfy the worst hunger. Of course she wasn’t allowed into the house, since we assumed that she had a home and we wanted a Rottweiler too. 🙂 Over the next few days she kept disappearing, but you could tell that the hunger was getting bigger every day and so there was real food and not just treats. The age of cats is difficult to estimate, but our princess is likely to be much older than a year and she moved into her viewing spot as a matter of course.
Some time later, really bad wailing could be heard and the view to one of the back houses shows our princess in front of the door to one of the houses to attract attention. Now it was time to research where it really belonged and slowly it became clear that someone had died in this house and that it was now empty. Going to the animal shelter was not an option, so cat equipment was purchased that was not available in comparison to the dog equipment. A small bungalow (wooden house) for the terrace, food, blankets, tick tongs and whatever else you need. To be on the safe side, we visited the vet and the three nice doctors there did ultrasound and examinations, checked the chip that was not registered and found that she was probably also neutered. Knowing that everything was sorted out, she took the terrace by storm.
Shortly afterwards and at the same speed as our princess, now called Pinki, took over the terrace, she also secured a place on the couch.
The Rottweiler is not forgotten, we have never tested the tolerance and Corona makes many things impossible, but the princess was the impetus for a story that began years ago with the rescue of dogs, now at least virtually restarting.
Karl and the princess
in memory of Arnold