Bella the cat

When we moved from Iowa, we were positive that we wouldn't get another cat. Alphie, our fat orange tabby had to be rehomed to a farm because he wouldn't stop ruining the carpets by peeing on them. It was not a fun decision but one that we had to make when we moved. I hope he is living out his life chasing mice and other things on the farm. Our babysitter moved in with her boyfriend who is very allergic to cats. When they went on a weekend vacation she asked us to watch her little kitty while they were out of town. Of course, the hope was that Ms. Bella would adjust to our family and we would fall in love with her in return. Both happened but I'm not sure if our babysitter will be able to part with Bella. However, it has been quite an adjustment for all of us. Bella was used to a quiet apartment with two adults. What she has here is three noisy children and two large dogs who follow her every move on the first floor. She tends to stay on the second floor most of the day because her adventures leave her wide eyed on the first floor.The other evening, Gabriel took a bath while I put clothing on hangers in the closet. I heard, "Oh, that's it." So I asked, "what is going on Gabriel" as I looked in and saw a very wet somewhat recognizable Bella run from the bathroom into our bedroom. "Oh, I don't think cats like baths Mom." Well, that's one way to learn that cats don't care for baths. Bella is a cutie pie and tolerates, maybe even likes, the kids attention. Gabriel carries her around upside down and she doesn't protest at all. We will see if Bella becomes our kitty and evens out the testotrone in our home.