This is my sass master Rosie. She is a rescue, I adopted her from a shelter when she was one year old. She was scrawny and tiny. Mum and Dad tried to convince me to get any other cat, but I immediately fell in love with her. At the time her name was sweetie, and I hated that as a name. I called her Rose as in Ruby Rose, but we never actually used "Rose" it always became Rosie. And that is how she got her name. It is not an exaggeration to say this cat saved my life. When we got her I was at the edge of my ability to hold on. My mental health was non existent, I was a danger to myself and my family had no idea how to help me. Mum and dad decided to try a cat as a last ditch effort. I had talked about wanting one for a long time and so on boxing day we went to the SPCA and I got her. 3 years ago I moved to Japan and Rosie is with my parents now. In July I return to New Zealand and I can not wait to see my baby again. The last year and a half has seen me face set back after set back, Covid being a shit cherry on a shit sundae. So now I am returning home and will be with my baby again.