After Katrina, Joe went to New Orleans to help out with the Red Cross. During his work there he rescued a little cat whom he named Reno. He brought Reno with him to Los Angeles, and not so long ago, Reno and an unknown lady cat in Highland Park became parents to this little baby scrapper. We decided to take her from the streets of LA and bring her to our piece of heaven in the Pacific Northwest.
The entire drive up (it took us 2 days) we tried out different names for this little kitty who would not stop crying. "Mew, Mew, Mew. Mew, Mew, Mew." Chinese water torture, I kid you not. Then it hit me - SING OUT LOUISE!!! (I'm a sucker for show tunes and anyways, Louise... Louisiana - it worked.)
Once we made it up here, she disappeared for a week. Upon resurfacing, Louise no longer mewed.She now spends her days snuggling inside, or curling up by the strawberry plants to watch the chickens. She likes catching and beheading field mice and she loves being pet and cuddled as long as you don't pick her up.
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