Version 5: Rosie!

"A Rose is a Rose, by any other name."

Meet Rosie. Now, Rosie has QUITE the story behind her. Rose is about 2 years old, though she's very small. She's very playful, and has brought a ton of joy to me over the two years that I've had her. But now, the tale of Rosie...

I was a normal day in May, and I was mowing the lawn. When I was done the front lawn, I moved the mower to the back. While I was lugging the power cord around, I heard something mewing. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but my Mom was more interested. She began looking over the neighbours' fence, looking for the source of this pitiful mewing. Since Mom couldn't see over, I scaled half of it and peered in (it was a stone fence)
There, in a patch of ivy, was the tiniest kitten I'd ever seen. I jumped the fence and picked up the tiny ball of fluff. She quieted down in my arms and happily nibbled my finger. We figured that she was the neighbours' kitten.
I brought her back to them (two kids who lived there actually) and told them that she was too young to be outside. But yet, 15 minutes later she was outside, locked inside an old shed with nothing but old plastic sheeting to keep her in. It was terrible, and absolutly made my blood boil! I hate neglection towards animals. So I went to the kids' Dad and told him.
Sadly, I found out she was being fed milk and bread, which is BAD for cats. Very bad. One day, I told the kids that I'd feed the kitten (they were calling her "Cynthia" at the time) and clean out her 'house', or the run down old shed. I did, and it was sick. There were poisonous plants in there, broken glass and all sorts of nasty stuff.
Next in my line of action was to find out how much it actually cost to own a cat. I went to the Pet Shop I worked at (I worked weekends) and figured that it cost about 50 dollars. I showed them my list of all the supplies and their costs, and they looked uncertain.
That was Sunday. On Monday, after my Ballet class (which I quit) my Mother told me I had a new baby...the kitten! The kids had brought her over and given her to me because their parents made them and it was too expensive for them (they were on welfare). My Mom had called some people on the street to see if they wanted her. Mom said she didn't want another cat but after I broke into tears (I wanted her!) Mom said we could keep her if nobody called back.
Nobody did! I had a new kitten! But now came the hard part...naming her! Her first name was Atlantis, Addy for short but after 5 minutes I didn't like it. Then came Fleur, French for flower, but pronoucing it was 'flur' and I didn't like it. Mom suggested Minnie, but I despised that right away. I wasn't naming her after a cartoon mouse! Then came Roxy. I liked it, but it didn't fit her. Finally I settled on the perfect name for her...ROSIE!

So I've had Rosie for 2 and a bit years. She's been a doll...and get this: she's an awesome hunter. Her count is...4 mice, 14 shrews, 1 mole, 3 birds and a number of bugs. We don't know exactly when she was born, but we assume she's was born from April 1-4. We just made her Birthday on April the first. Oh well.

That is the story of Rosie!
How I luv my Rosie.