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| Name: |
Callie
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Age: |
Two years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Maine Coon mix
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| Home: |
Utah, USA
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Meet
the love of my life, my beautiful cat Callie. Callie has been my
best friend from the moment she appeared at our back door a year ago,
and I've been smothering her with hugs and kisses ever since. Her
alternate nicknames are Fwuffy and Kitty, which we often call her more
than her real name. She is the sweetest cat, but is also the queen of
our household. Petting, cuddling, and purring are all on her terms.
Luckily, she enjoys being held quite often.
Before she came to my family, she had been a wandering stray. She would
pass through several surrounding neighborhoods and stay with several
owners for a few days before bailing and traveling some more. One of my
friends housed her for a couple of days until she vanished and headed in
our direction.
My mother discovered her while she was gardening one morning. Hearing a
desperate meowing in a nearby tree, my mom came face to face with Callie
as she pawed at the branches. My mom has never been very fond of cats,
but felt sympathy for our little furball and plucked her from the tree.
Not a few minutes later was Callie back in the tree and meowing once
more. And no matter where my mom went, Callie would follow her and meow
incessantly.
My mom discussed the matter of this cat with the family. She appealed to
us handsomely, and we were all immediately put under her spell. My
father has been a lover for cats all his life, and convinced my siblings
and my mother over a period of a few days to keep Callie. During that
time, we fed her cans of tuna and gave her a saucer of milk every night
before bed. When we finally adopted her (or rather, she adopted us), we
made her a makeshift bed and put it into the garage. Callie would whine
whenever we pulled into the garage with the cars, so we bought her a
leopard-skin cat bed and let her stay inside the house instead.
We got her Callie spayed and she became an indoor cat for good. But if
the windows are open, she sits on the windowsill and watches the birds
flutter by. Or if my sisters go outside and leave the screen door open,
she sits in front of the door and laments a series of meows. We take her
outside every so often just to satisfy her need for fresh air.
Callie still paws at the furniture and tromps around the house every
morning like a stampede of buffalo. She will make whoever is nearby her
food bowl follow her and pet her while she eats. It's her 'walk'. She
will also roll onto the floor, grab your arm by the wrist, and pull your
hand in to rake your skin with her back, extremely sharp claws. I have
several scars from her wicked little claws. She has a temper too. If you
leave her inside while everyone else is outside, she throws a fit and
plows through the house while crashing and throwing herself and her
claws into the curtains. She has become attached to a red blanket that
my grandmother gave us, and it now poses as her perch on the crest of
the sofa. She sits upon it royally like a sphynx.
In short, Callie is the best thing that has happened to my family, and
we hope to keep her for years and years to come. We are so glad you came
to us! We love you, Callie!
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