RIP Calico


I was three years old and living at my grandmas house when my older sister called me outside to see that a stray cat had had a litter of kittens in our playhouse. The momma was a lovely calico cat. My grandma took an immediate liking to her, and (after selling the babies and fixing the mom) adopted her and gave her the inspired name of Calico. This cat was sweet, cuddly, and desperate to get into the people house (she was never allowed anywhere but the porch.) She was my baby brothers first word. 12 years later, blind, ridden with cancer, she died in her favorite bed. Rest in Peace, Calico the cat, expert mouser and sweet companion. You will be missed.

 

In other news, my grandma needs a cat.

Love to all!

-Tani

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