This is my fur baby. Her name is Callie and she absolutely loves to be scratched. She is not one to sit on your lap but she is very affectionate. I love my Callie-cat.
Callie-cat loves to smell the flowers out on the balcony. She is a comfort and a reminder life is not all doom and gloom.
Hoping you all have a lovely day.
When the world seems like a crazy place. When I am bone tired and don’t want to walk one more step. When life is hard and times seem tough, there she is again. Her simple needs and constant love lift me up again. I am so grateful for my fur baby, and so blessed to share her life.
Divine One, thank you for the gift of pets.
I was so happy to have our fur baby with me during our brief stay in Edmonton. She did a fair bit of crying when we first left home, at least for the first little bit, but on the way back she was ready for it. And, yes, she did enjoy the hotel room (I told you I’d let you know of her decision). She enjoyed exploring all the new smells and especially the window where she could investigate, at least visually, the big city. She spent the first half of the journey home on my lap. She remembered not to get under my seat where she’d suffered the indignities of wet paws and a dirty tail on the way down. On the final leg of the trip she settled down in the back of the car and had a nice cat nap.
Callie really is my furry angel and I fully understand how our pets came to be called ‘comfort animals’. She certainly comforts me. We hit freezing rain as we made our way back into the city we call home. It was stressful. But, having Callie aboard definitely helped lessen my anxiety. Here are a couple of photos of Callie in the hotel room, and in the car going home.
Its been a while since we drove any distance with our beloved fur baby along for the ride. The last time was the spring of 2016 when we were fleeing a forest fire. Callie is a fairly well traveled cat. She has flown from Ontaro to Newfoundland and years later, from there to Alberta. She’s also been on several small road trips. But, it’s been a while. Suffice to say today’s little journey was not without its adventures. For one thing winter has made an appearance so the floor mats are quite wet from the mess on my boots. So, I arrived at the hotel covered in fur and in small paw prints. This is Callie’s first winter excursion and the place she most likes to ride is under my seat – Not so great this time of year. Her paws got a soaking and her beautiful fluffy tail got rather dirty. She, being fastidious, was not impressed. Poor baby. She’s not given to sitting on my lap but she made an exception today my lap being dry and much warmer than the floor. Yet we have arrived at our destination safe and sound if a little disheveled. Oh the horrors……She is now perched upon the back of a chair and making up her mind whether the room is to her satisfaction. I will let you know what her decision is on the matter. By now you all know who rules the roost. Yes, seriously. Hahaha
Here it comes: another Callie tale. Yes, another little story about life with Callie-cat. First let me tell you about one of her most favorite games. It involves me chasing her around the house calling out, “I’m gonna get you”. She initiates this game first of all by a wild race through the house bounding over furniture at break-neck speed. It’s also a sort of hide and seek kind of thing because she hides and waits for me to find her. Once I do, I say, “I see you”, and she’s off and running again. I call it the chase me game. Without fail she wants to play this the minute I get home from work and mostly I try to humour her by going along with her mad cap antics. But some days I arrive home totally exhausted and cannot stay on my feet another moment. That’s okay – Callie has her back up plan for attention: she leaps up onto my bed as soon as I enter my bedroom to change into comfy clothes. She meows and bids me come lay down with her. (At least that’s how it seems to me). Once I lay on the bed with her, she immediately rolls over on her back for another favorite activity: belly scratches. It is always a mystery to me how much better this little fur baby can make me feel, especially if my day has not gone all that well. I get how the term “fur baby” was coined. Callie is very much like a human toddler and has me completely enthralled. Perhaps she was a witch’s familiar in a previous life? I say that because it seems I am bewitched. Seriously. But I’m not complaining.
Yup – that’s what it feels like – I am surrounded by boxes, like a warehouse. I am so not inspired in this present moment, and I miss you all – your wonderful poems and stories and beautiful photos and artwork. It will take me some time to catch up, once this bloody move is over with. Anyway, here is a photo my daughter took of me and my cat. She’s my number 1 comforter as I pack and purge. I’ll be back….
I don’t have much to say at this moment in time. But I do love my fur baby. She brings so much joy to my life and I am so thankful to have her share my days.