Diego was found on the side of I-25 as a baby, wounded and painfully frightened. Covered in orange fur, he was taken in at the Boulder Humane Society where he received much needed attention and love. Enter a recent cat lover on a desperate search for the cheese to her crackers.
Diego sat quietly on the other side of the room, occasionally batting at the toy meant to break the tension. He calmly-yet-nervously glanced over at the strange creature on the other side of the room and slowly made his way over, letting out purrs along the way. He pressed his wet, pink nose against the creature, investigating whether it was safe. In an instant he was rolled over in creatures lap, purring incessantly. The decision had been made; he approved of creature.
A cardboard box, quick car ride, and name change later, Cheese was carried up three stories into his new home.
Cheese spent the first night hiding under the sink, confined to the dark space by the Queen, also known as Crackers. In the morning, he was dusted off and wrapped in a blanket by creature. She carried him around the apartment, scowling whenever the Queen let out a hiss in his direction. Later that night, the Queen jumped onto the couch and crouched herself into attack position. Digging himself deeper into the lap of his gentle creature, Cheese prepared for his untimely death. At that moment, the Queen let out a quiet meow, a sign of peace, and curled up next to him. The Queen spent the next minutes cleaning a very confused Cheese until she placed her head lovingly on his stomach and wandered off to sleep.
Cheese grew to be attached to his creature that he liked to call mom. Spending most of his days lounging under the bed, he learned to recognize her feet and the sound of her footsteps. When she’d arrive home, Cheese would happily come out from under the bed and welcome his mom home with purrs and kisses. He would then safely prance around his home, investigating smells, sights, and engaging in a game of tag with the Queen.
Today, Cheese spends his days observing the world from the safety of his window perch. He likes butt scratches, human food, and snuggling in armpits. He has a special fondness for chewing on corn husks and getting flower pollen on his face as well as talents ranging from marvelous disappearing acts to an impressive span of high pitched meows. His dislikes include strangers, fast movements, loud sounds, and all things of evil nature. He remains a loyal Momma’s boy.