One year ago today, we brought a cat into our lives….and my blog has never been the same.
In the first few days, the cat was known by many different names. Her adoption name was “Frenchie”, but we knew that wasn’t her real name. We tried things like Callie, Checkers and Mrs. Garrett. She was even known as Dr. Biden for a few hours. We finally started calling her Chloe, and the name stuck.
Chloe has been through a lot this past year. Just check out the costumes I forced her to wear (for mere minutes at a time.)
(I tried to find a birthday hat for a cat, but sadly, PetSmart doesn’t carry them.)
We’re in love with our cat and all that she does – like her running through the house, the constant meowing (or talking, as I like to think of it) and her bossiness. For everything she does bad (tearing up the carpet leading into the garage, using the couch as a scratching post, etc.), she redeems herself by curling up into cute positions. And then we like to wake her up.
Yesterday I was thisclose to adopting another cat – actually, another tortoiseshell cat named Layla. Layla has seven toes and seemed much sweeter than Chloe. If my husband hadn’t been at work (and had at least texted me back) then we may have become a two-cat household.
For now, though, we’ll just wish Chloe a happy adoption birthday. She probably didn’t want a sibling anyway.