Last summer, after I returned home from Finland, a friend asked me if I was interested in providing a home for a sweet little calico kitty named Rhoda. I hesitated, probably more-so due to the name of the cat, but eventually I agreed and couldn’t be happier that I did. I’m not really sure what inspired the previous owner to name her Rhoda, but I have fallen in love with the name. It conjures up images of a 1950’s diner waitress with thick-framed black glasses with a little gold chain attached to them so she can let them hang around her neck when unused. I picture a big silver mane clipped in an updo with an emergency cigarette stashed somewhere in the tresses. Of course a creaky gruff voice, scratched and worn from years of shouting at neighbor kids and too many years of partying. This couldn’t be farther from my little kitty’s personality, but the name is fantastic! A friend of mine thought I named her after the MMA fighter Ronda Rousey, so due to that her full name is now Rhoda Rousey. Pretty fantastic.
I tried making the bed the other day with sheets that were still warm from their recent dryer tumble. Rhoda quickly found her way to the newly made bed and proceeded to nap. How adorable is she??