Nicknames: Callie! (cause Jean is my middle name), Calico Cat, Sweetie
Birthday: March 6th 2002
Likes: Batting around anything that I can move, bird watching, and bringing home a baby rabbit every spring, turning it loose in the house and watching my mom try to catch it.
Pet-Peeves: My brother pouncing on me or taking away my toys
Favorite Toy: Pipe cleaners, fuzzy balls, pipe cleaners and catnip mice. Did I mention pipe cleaners?
Favorite Nap Spot: Any place with pillows or cushions, my mom's lap, the cat tree. mom's bed
Favorite Food: I am eating Innova Adult Dry right now. Don't care much for seafood favors and I hate canned food.
Skills: I play fetch and I'm pretty good at catching my fuzzy balls mid-air. I'm also leash trained.
Arrival Story: I was visiting friends at the farm next to my brother's farm the day after my father's funeral. When I went to leave, the 5 year old daughter (Libby) of one of my friends said very sweetly, "I have kittens for sale. Do you want to see them?" I was hesitate as I have some allergies but not wanting to disappoint Libby I agreed to go to the barn to see the kitties. The youngest litter had 4 siblings that were around 4 months old. There were 3 shorthair females of which one was a calico and the other 2 were black with white markings. The one male had long hair white with a few black markings that was promised to someone already. I picked up the calico and found her to be very friendly and playful. Libby's grandfather (my father's best friend) guaranteed she would be real good at purring. One of Libby's aunts suggested I could name the kitten Callie. So after everyone in the family had given me all the reasons why I should take the calico kitten, I asked Libby how much did she want for it. "Oh nothing," she said. "I'm just selling them." Well at that price, you just can't say no, so Callie came home with me.
Bio: First Day Home
The first thing mom did when she got me home was to give me a bath. I had so much farm dust on me, mom was sneezing a lot. Yuck! Baths = water and I hate getting in water, but mom persisted and got me clean and dry. Mom had tried to get all the stains in my white areas out, but couldn't get one spot on my tummy out. To this day I still have that stain. Guess what mom! That's a tiny spot of orange hair!
This is Callie's mom. We found a new home for Callie. It is the next door neighbor to my sister. Callie moved in on June 28th for a trial period to see if she would like it. Well, she likes it a lot. Looks like this is now the new home for my Callie. The good news is I can ask my sister how Callie is doing, plus I can visit her whenever I am at my sister's. Unfortunately that won't be too often due to the distance between us.
There is another cat in the home named Homer who is about the same age as Callie. My sister says they get along well enough that they share space under the dining room table to look out the patio door and watch birds. They have even had a short game or two of tag.
As hard as it was to let her go, I know now that I did the right thing for her. I will be transferring Callie's page to her new owner probably sometime in the next month. I hope that Callie will be able to stop by Catster now and then for a visit.
I know I haven't been hanging around much. I stay in the kitchen most of the time. I hang out in a large cage for solitude from the other cats. I get into huge, nasty fights with them if I feel they are too close to me. I have been totally unhappy for about the past year.
Mom and I have been having some long discussions. Mom didn't know this when she adopted me, but I wanted to be an only cat. Oh I put up with PJ, but I do have my limits like no touching is allowed.
Mom has tried every trick and tip she has found to get me to be more sociable with the other cats in this house, but I haven't falling for any of them. Mom and I have now come to a decision because of my needs. We are looking for a new home for me.
Mom is really, really sad about having to do this. She loves me very much, but she loves me enough to be willing to give me up if a new home will make me happy again.
So someday, if the right one comes along, I will have a new home. Mom is going to be very picky about where I might go. I just wanted you to know about this decision now so if that new home comes around, it won't be such a shock to my friends.
Things have not been the same since this Thai kitty showed up last July. I cannot tell you how much a loath her. Velvet learned her place with me. PJ, well is PJ. We just ignore each other.
But this Thai, I give her my warning growl but instead of back off, she attacks! The fur flies and mom goes nuts! Mom makes sure the Thai is in her bedroom when she has to leave the house so we don't fight. The problem with that is I've only been in mom's bedroom once since the Thai has come to live here. It was the week the Thai wasn't here and mom was. The Thai was ....
"SHHH! You aren't to tell."
Gads, can't even write what I want in my own diary. Anyhow today the Thai and I had another fight. Mom lost it this time. Mom got a big dog cage a few weeks ago for when the Thai has ...
"CALLIE, I TOLD YOU SHHH! And her name is Katrina, not 'the Thai'!"
The big cage has a center divider which mom put in. She put me in one side and that ... Katrina ... in the other. There we were within one foot of each other for the next hour and a half. We just stared at each other. The Thai, umm, Katrina finally yowled and mom put her in the bedroom with Velvet. She let me out to the living room and kitchen.
Mom, if you think this changes anything, you are sadly mistaken.