I would like you to meet someone. This is my firstborn. Not born out of me, of course. (Actually, she's not my firstborn. I had a Peek-A-Poo puppy named Ellie Mae for a total of 6 days, but that's a story for another day.)
Callie came into my life at a time when Jay was working nights and I felt like I just needed another breathing soul in the house with me. Like all middle children, I need attention and I just wasn't getting it from the TV and the walls.
I had been scared of cats my entire life, but I convinced myself that if I got a cat when it was a kitten, I wouldn't be scared. It turned out that a coworker's cat had kittens at the same time that Ellie Mae made her departure from our household. I begged and pleaded with Jay until he got so tired of hearing it that he finally agreed to let me have one.
I absolutely fell in love. How could I not? (You'll have to excuse the quality of these pics. I was too lazy to go scan them so Jay took pictures of the pics for me.)
Isn't she just precious??? She has always loved climbing into the smallest places she can find. One day I found her in this paper bag. Still today, I occasionally find her in my pillowcase when I go to bed.
That was 9 years ago and she's still kickin'.
Here are some facts about Callie.
- She loves absolutely everybody - as long as you reside in the same house as her and your name is Jay or Jill. Anyone else - you better watch out.
- She craves attention from Jay and me. She lives for the slightest bit of our affection.
- She throws up at least twice a week.
- She was the runt of the litter.
- She knows my moods. There's been times that I've been really sad and she just comes and lays by me and gives me a look like she would take it all away if she could.
- She's obsessed with blush brushes. If she ever gets a hold of one, she turns into another being and God help the hands of a person who tries to take it from her.
- She can detect you pouring cereal in a bowl like a heat-seeking missile. She will come running like a bat out of hades and stare at you until you're done and put the leftover milk down on the floor for her.
- We've had to start referring to her as "C" when we talk about her because if we say her name, she thinks we're calling her.
That's all I can think of now. I do love her even though I feel like I could literally ring her neck sometimes.