July 18th 2007 5:12 pm
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I, Callico, Callie for short, have been at the bridge since I was.. about four years old, just as I was starting to get a hang of how life was. I had the purrfest life: Angel, my only sister, a nice caring family, and pleanty of love. Mom always loved me and I loved her. I loved how she'd brush and brush my coat, until it was clean and soft. Angel and I were also very close. We were true sisters born in Mom's backyard. Our sibblings; Little Boy and Pickle were adopted off. Angel and I would chase each-other around the yard and cuddle in the bed. At that time, Mom had Kitty, a 19 year old cat. When Kitty died we were sad. We had no one to lick or look up to. That day he had gone missing. He turned out to have gone to the neighbor's pool-side bench under the tall redwoods, as if taking a small cat-nap he silently dosed off into a sleep he would never wake up from. He was burried in Mom's backyard, in a circle of trees.

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A few years later:
Mom was on vacation. I was left with Angel in the care of Dad. When Mom got home, Dad reported that he had not seen me in a while. They serched and serched. They hung signs. No one called. She asked the neighbors, no one had seen me.

*As it turns out, Callie, supposidly was attacked and killed by some dogs in the neighborhood.*

Mom was devistated. She got a statue of a cat, a cat that looked happy. Because she knew that now, I was happy, where ever I was, I was happy. She put it in the circle of trees, by a rock ingraved with "KITTY WE LOVE YOU" And She was right, I am happy across the bridge, and you may ask what those of us like so much about the bridge is. The answer is, we like it because even though you are away from those you love, those who care for you, the bridge can be any where, anything. It is just what you want it to be. It is your place, just joined by cats in the same place, only their world...