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C.C.
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Age: |
Deceased, Fourteen years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Calico cat
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| Home: |
California, USA
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The
first time I saw this beautiful girl, she was under my mom's house
peeking out at me. I knew there was a cat under my mom's house and I was
putting some food out for it. What I didn't know was that there were
actually two cats. The other cat quickly stole our hearts but, sadly, it
was hit by a car and didn't survive the surgery to fix its broken back.
We continued to feed the calico cat and, eventually, she decided to
adopt my mom. My mom called her C.C. for "Calico Cat" but we also
called her "Crazy Cat" when she would get on our nerves with her
non-stop demanding meow.
C.C. never asked for anything -- she demanded it. She had a loud voice
and was never timid about using it. If she wanted food but didn't like
the food that was set out for her, she let us know about it. If she
wanted out and we really didn't think it was a good idea to let her out
because of bad weather, dogs running loose, or whatever the reason, she
made sure to let us know how unhappy she was with our decision. One of
C.C.'s many talents was being able to shed just the right color fur for
any occasion and she used this advantage well! She used to jump up in my
mom's lap whenever my mom was dressed up and ready to go somewhere. It
didn't matter what color my mom's clothes were, C.C.'s fur showed up on
anything! Of course my mom couldn't resist that cute calico face so C.C.
pretty much got away with nearly everything.
C.C. shared my mom's house with my mom's two dogs and spent her nights
sleeping on or right next to my mom. When my mom passed away, C.C. came
to live with me and my life was changed forever by that beautiful cat.
I had several other cats when C.C. first came to live with me but, C.C.
quickly found her place among the others and settled into her new home.
C.C. was a true brat which is one of the biggest compliments I give to a
cat (I think all cats are supposed to be brats -- the brattier the
better because it means they have more personality). She had enough
personality for ten cats all rolled up into one very furry bundle of
purr. C.C made a big impression on everybody she met with her expressive
meows as she demanded the attention of anybody she chose to grace with
her friendship. But she was my cat and everybody knew it because she
could always be found on my lap whenever I was in the living room
watching T.V. If I was eating, she would jump up on the couch beside
me and reach out one paw - claws retracted at first - to get my
attention. If that didn't work, the claws came out and she continued to
tap me with her paw (and her sharp claws) until I gave her some of my
food. If I made her get down off of the couch, she would give me a
talking to until I gave her some food or let her back up on the couch.
If her voice didn't get my attention, out came the claws again. I could
never get mad at her because one look at that sweet face and those
beautiful eyes would melt my heart.
I came up with several other nicknames for C.C. over the all too short
time she lived with me -- Cuddly Cat was my favorite. She was so soft
and cuddly. Many cold nights she would curl up under the blanket that I
wrapped myself in while I watched T.V. She also had a habit of sleeping
on the computer desk in the living room and waking up just in time to
get in front of the monitor when I was trying to do my homework. She was
the perfect distraction to make my homework much easier to deal with. Of
course I could never ignore her because then the paw would reach out to
tap me on the chest as I tried to focus on the computer screen. If that
didn't work she would lean down and put her head on my hand as I tried
to type.
C.C. started getting sick earlier this year ago, we did everything we could
to try to help her get better. But sometimes there just is no making
things better. Sometimes you have to say good-bye and this was one of
the most difficult good-byes I have ever had to say. I will miss that
beautiful baby but I am comforted by the thought that she is up in
Heaven shedding just the right color on my mom's nicest clothes.
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