Fluffy.

This is my sleepy 5 month old kitten, Callie. As you can see, she is very flexible and adorable. We got her when she was 6 weeks old, aka a tiny fluffball. Since then she has grown up way too fast, as they always do. She also loves to eat (and trick either me or my husband into thinking she is starving when she really just got fed about 30 minutes ago). For this reason, she has been nicknamed The Fat One, The Fattest, The Fattest of Them All, The Fat, etc.

Callie was originally named Muffin (seriously?) and was rescued with her brother in a nearby city. She was feral. Her brother was a beautiful tuxedo, but I had already fallen in love with Callie from her picture online. If we hadn't already had a cat at home, we would've adopted them both.

When we got home from adopting her, I confirmed my suspicions. She had fleas. (Ick!!!!!). Callie was promptly quarantined to the bathroom until we could rid of the fleas. We couldn't use Frontline until she was 8 weeks old and there was no way I was letting her suffer for two more weeks (as well as risk infecting our apartment and other cat). Thankfully, the vet told us to give her a bath in Dawn dish soap (the blue kind) and....it worked! Dawn kills fleas dead! (Funny side note: My husband thought Dawn = shampoo and went to a few stores, very confused about why no one had Dawn shampoo...until he realized it was actually dish soap. Haha!).

Callie and Kiwi (our other cat who is much older [14 this month!] and proper) have an interesting relationship. Callie loves Kiwi. She also loves to bite and tackle Kiwi. Kiwi does not find this amusing in the slightest. There have been some epic cat battles. Thankfully, Callie has come to realize (unless she is in one of her crazy kitten moods) how to play nice. Most of the time. As I type, Kiwi is sleeping next to me on the couch on top of her second favorite blanket (her favorite blanket is in the office. Don't judge me for ranking her blankets - if you could see, you would understand). Callie is sleeping on her favorite chair across the room. Ever since she was little, she has loved our wooden rocking chair. Originally a gift from a friend who was moving, it now sits by our bookcase. Callie used to wrestle with its legs and play with its dangling cushion strings. Now she climbs the back of it, uses it as a launching pad onto Kiwi's back, and takes naps on it. 

It's wonderful to have them around.