4. Callie
Along with our starter kit--house, barn, creek, dog, etc., Callie was thrown in at the same time to make our new beginning complete. She was given to us as a welcoming gift from friends.
When we got Callie, our calico cat, she was literally a ball of fuzz and fur. She got her name from her breed; also, the first and second time she rode in the truck she yowled so much it sounded as if she was singing, so my husband and son called her Calliope.
After her initial fears she found a place for herself with us. She and Homer got along well; they tolerated each other, which was fine. There were, however, several unforgettable instances where the dog/cat relationship teetered on madness: Early on, our vet told us to wait until Callie was in heat before spaying. When she did enter that phase of her life, she was sending out major waves of pheromones that drove poor Homer crazy. Never had we seen anything like this! He couldn't keep away from her or leave her alone. He licked this poor kitten with his big tongue until she was drenched, breathed in her scent, and one time I found Homer practically sucking on her neck. Callie remained relaxed while this was going on and seemed to enjoy it. What could you do but laugh? Fortunately this only went on a few days and Callie was rescued from Homer's attentions. This happened during the time I was working as a mobile therapist and spending lots of time in my clients' houses; for many of them, "Catdog" was their favorite cartoon and I ended up watching it sometimes with them and enjoying it quite a bit. In it, a cat and dog share one body. While watching Homer and Callie "making out" I would say "They're going to make a catdog."
My husband's and son's birthdays are one day apart, so July 1 and 2 are a time of intense celebration. (When the birthday cake is brought out and all who are present sing "Happy Birthday to You" Michael and Peter sing "Happy Birthday to Us.") That July, our first in our new place, I brought home a bunch of those huge balloons you can buy in the supermarkets that have long ribbons and float to the ceiling. As these balloons drifted around, Callie became fascinated and finally grabbed the ribbons in her mouth and raced around the house, pulling these balloons behind her. Michael, my son, called Callie the "photon" -- a light particle.
Along with our starter kit--house, barn, creek, dog, etc., Callie was thrown in at the same time to make our new beginning complete. She was given to us as a welcoming gift from friends.
When we got Callie, our calico cat, she was literally a ball of fuzz and fur. She got her name from her breed; also, the first and second time she rode in the truck she yowled so much it sounded as if she was singing, so my husband and son called her Calliope.
After her initial fears she found a place for herself with us. She and Homer got along well; they tolerated each other, which was fine. There were, however, several unforgettable instances where the dog/cat relationship teetered on madness: Early on, our vet told us to wait until Callie was in heat before spaying. When she did enter that phase of her life, she was sending out major waves of pheromones that drove poor Homer crazy. Never had we seen anything like this! He couldn't keep away from her or leave her alone. He licked this poor kitten with his big tongue until she was drenched, breathed in her scent, and one time I found Homer practically sucking on her neck. Callie remained relaxed while this was going on and seemed to enjoy it. What could you do but laugh? Fortunately this only went on a few days and Callie was rescued from Homer's attentions. This happened during the time I was working as a mobile therapist and spending lots of time in my clients' houses; for many of them, "Catdog" was their favorite cartoon and I ended up watching it sometimes with them and enjoying it quite a bit. In it, a cat and dog share one body. While watching Homer and Callie "making out" I would say "They're going to make a catdog."
My husband's and son's birthdays are one day apart, so July 1 and 2 are a time of intense celebration. (When the birthday cake is brought out and all who are present sing "Happy Birthday to You" Michael and Peter sing "Happy Birthday to Us.") That July, our first in our new place, I brought home a bunch of those huge balloons you can buy in the supermarkets that have long ribbons and float to the ceiling. As these balloons drifted around, Callie became fascinated and finally grabbed the ribbons in her mouth and raced around the house, pulling these balloons behind her. Michael, my son, called Callie the "photon" -- a light particle.
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