Duke, our 18-1/2 year-old diabetic cat, a beautiful Tabby Point Siamese, died the first week of September 2020, six months into the covid era.

His death left Romeo as our only cat. And it had been 50 years since we lived with just a single cat, so it wasn’t long before I wrote about the situation and the likelihood we would soon be looking to bring another cat into the house.

One thing led to another, and on September 24–three years ago on this day–we drove to a home near the top of Aiea Heights to pick up a beautiful calico who had been plucked out of a nearby cat colony and prepped for adoption with vet visit and spaying.

The day after we brought her home, I wrote a blog post that included a few early photos (“And now there are two (cats, that is)!“).

I had read that it takes an average of two weeks for a newly adopted cat to get used to her new surroundings.

The Cat-we-named-Kali took nearly a month. For a couple of weeks, she mostly spent her days hiding under the futon in our spare bedroom. I used a small webcam to check on her nocturnal activities, so knew she came out to eat, explore, and attend to other bodily functions.

But when she finally accepted her new space, she quickly expanded to fill the space Duke had ably filled for so long.

Over the next 15 months, we went through the process again, twice. Kinikini joined the family, followed more than half a year later, by Ms. Bessie.

Each addition gave us something to celebrate!

But today is Kali’s day. Happy anniversary!

Check the most recent Feline Friday, and I think you’ll agree that she’s now very much at home, and obviously enjoying her life as a pampered indoor cat.