Cali

We used to have a cat. She was an adorable little thing. Sean found her. Alone. At the disc golf park. So he did what he always does when he finds a stray. He brought her home.

For a while we couldn't think of a name for her, so she was Kitty. Then S, who was obsessed with California at the time, decided to call her Cali. And it stuck.

Here is teeny, tiny Cali when we first got her. Around June of last year.

Isn't she adorable? She was so tiny, she practically fit in the palm of your hand!

S's bed & the bean bag became comfy spots for her to rest.

When the girls would leave her the heck alone!!



Her favorite thing to do {besides sleep on the kitchen tile in the sun} was to try to get the gerbils. She would go back again & again to stare at them, then try to get them. She never had much luck with that!



See that little house to her left? The one that says The Three Little Pigs on the roof? That's a book. I think maybe Cali had been reading it. And was trying to huff & puff & blow the gerbil's house down. Because after a while she looked like this ~


She wore herself out trying to get those little rodents!!

Sadly, we were unable to keep our little Cali. The apartment complex we live at found out & we would've had to pay like a $300 pet deposit. We didn't have that kind of money. As much as we loved having her. And believe me, my girls are pet lovers & were not happy we had to find her a new home.

Lucky for me, {and Cali} I have a wonderful Mom who is a cat lover. She said she would take her. Cali would be happy at Grandmas. She had 3 other cats to play with. And we had visiting rights. Anytime we went to visit Mom, we could visit Cali. If she would ever come out of hiding. It took her a while to adjust to her new home. But now she has. So much so, she is now one big, fat, huge cat.


If I didn't know any better, I'd almost think she was a different cat!!