You don't even need to bother to read the rest of this post. I gave away the entire plot in the title. I couldn't help it - I'm so excited! She's only been living here for like a gazillion years. Maybe not quite that many. But it seems like more. It would have been fine if she liked it here. But she didn't. She wanted to be the only pet. And as you can imagine, that made my house about as far from ideal as you can get.
So when I found out she didn't like other pets, I hoped she would be adopted rather quickly. She is young and healthy and pretty and has a great temperament when there are no other pets around. But at adoption events she would hiss and take swipes at anyone who got too close. Some cats hide under their beds when they are scared. Scribbles' first impulse was to fight, and she would constantly issue pre-emptive attacks - especially when any dogs were around. So it wasn't surprising that she didn't get adopted. Months went by - then a whole year. Finally, a year and a half after waiting for a home, she found the perfect family. Two adults, no other pets - I couldn't ask for a better fit. I think Scribbles is finally HOME.