Tag: Callie

  • The Cat is a Hat…

    The Cat is a Hat…

    And Other Callie-isms

    In the cat world, grooming is important.

    In Callie’s world, grooming is everything.

    Allogrooming, a social grooming behavior between members of the same species, is very common in cats. Grooming can be a sign of affection.

    Or a sign of dominance.

    For Callie, the species designation is not particularly important. This social grooming behavior applies to her chosen human as well.

    Does she love him?

    Or does she just want to outrank him?

    We choose to believe it’s a sign of love.

    Here she is, grooming her Daddy from her perch.

    On his head.

    This is not a one-time event. Given the choice, she will happily perch on his hat. Or directly on his head. It’s a little harder now than it was when she was a kitten—there’s simply more of her these days—but she still tries.

    And succeeds more often than you’d expect.

    The princess needs her bath

    Callie also expects Dad to reciprocate this grooming arrangement.

    She enjoys bath time.

    Not actual baths, mind you. That would be ridiculous.

    Instead, she stands on the edge of the bathroom sink and screams until Dad arrives to supervise her spa treatment.

    Sometimes she waits patiently.

    Sometimes she sits in the sink.

    As it fills with water.

    Because apparently this is normal behavior for a cat.

    We’ve stopped questioning it.

    At this point, we’ve accepted that Callie has her own set of rules. Dad is responsible for grooming. Callie is responsible for grooming Dad. Running water is required for proper bathing procedures.

    And baseball caps are simply elevated grooming stations.

    We’re not entirely sure whether she’s expressing affection or asserting authority.

    Either way, Dad has accepted his fate.

  • How We Ended Up With 10 Cats: Part 2

    How We Ended Up With 10 Cats: Part 2

    The Delusion of Stability

    Over the course of 12 months, we “accidentally” acquired six cats through a series of conscious choices, Cat Distribution System designations, and deeply questionable decisions. You can read the full story of the six cats in How We Ended Up With 10 Cats: Part 1. With humans in the house outnumbered by cats, we were confident we were done.

    We were wrong.

    The Missing Calico

    Humans: 4 Cats: 8

    My husband grew up with a calico cat that he adored. He mentioned multiple times throughout our cat adoption adventures that he wanted another calico. We did not find one. Cleopatra was close but wasn’t what he pictured. He accepted that we weren’t going to find a calico cat.

    One fateful day before a Tampa Bay Lightning hockey game, we stopped at a local mall to do some shopping. While wandering in the mall, I happened across an adoption event for kittens. A small calico kitten was staring at me through the window. She was adorable.

    So was her brother.

    A grey tabby and calico cat being held at an adoption event.

    These two kittens were the only kittens in the shop.

    Exhibiting a severe lack of judgment, I texted a picture of the kitten to my husband.

    That was my downfall.

    Once my husband picked her up, she curled up on his chest and started purring. As though she had found her home. At that stage, there was no doubt Callie was coming home. And if Callie was coming home, Thunder was coming too.

    As I mentioned earlier, we were on our way to a game. No cats allowed.

    We paid the adoption fees and arranged to pick them up the next morning.

    So, we’ve officially transitioned into “Crazy Cat Lady” territory now, according to my vet. And we’ve got eight cats.

    Eight.

    We’re done. There is absolutely NO reason to get additional cats.

    Where is Juliet?

    Humans: 4 Cats: 10

    We held strong at eight cats. We stayed there for over a year.

    We had finally achieved a fragile equilibrium.

    Then, one October day in 2021, one of my daughter’s friends came over for the first time. And asked Romeo where his Juliet was.

    My husband heard this.

    The next thing I know, we’re all loaded into the car and heading to a pet store adoption event to look at kittens. Romeo needs a white cat named Juliet. A yin and yang kind of thing.

    The first store didn’t have kittens. I took this as a sign from the universe that we should go home.

    My husband took it as a sign that he should open his phone and locate more kittens. 

    I was driving, so I’m partially responsible. He, however, was navigating and actively seeking out events, so he has to share the responsibility.

    Two tiny orange kittens sitting on a black office chair.

    We found a beautiful, partially white kitten. And two orange kittens. My daughter fell in love with an orange kitten. And we were doomed. Again, I can’t leave one kitten alone.

    Another family at the event was interested in the white kitten, so Juliet had a potential home. But if we took one orange kitten, his brother was coming too. These kittens were named by the foster-owner as Cheddar and Colby – but the kids didn’t like the names. So Pie and Pumpkin (it was Halloween, after all), came home.

    And that, Reader, brings us to 10.  Ten.

    10 cats. 180 claws. 0 common sense.

    Reader? Do you see the problem?

    We still don’t have Juliet.