Well, apparently I'm working the 90-120 day blog challenge at this rate.
Today's topic: My first love.
I wish I had a picture of her, but I do not. Pics from the early 80's are not easy to come by, it turns out.
But my first love was born in Alabama, in a house across the street from where my Aunt Bessie lived. Oh, I just loved Aunt Bessie - she was little bitty, and cute, and she had a porch swing. Perfect, in the mind of a 5 year old.
But back to my first love. I crawled around on this floor, peeking into a cabinet, where a momma cat was hiding her little kittens. My parents let me have one, which I promptly named Cupcake! I loved Cupcake. She lived with us in Mississippi and eventually had a few litters of her own kittens, a few of which I loved dearly. But Cupcake was my very very first love! She was gray and white, kind of like this:
And it was one of her babies that became my BFF - his name was Cinnamon.
He kinda looked like this - only with more brown instead of all the white on his back leg. He was a gem - he'd let me and my brother carry him around our necks, like a scarf. He was also enormous - a huge tom cat that fought with other cats during the night (loudly) and loved on us during the day.
And his littermate was my bro's fave cat: Flour or Flower - there's a debate today over his correct name. I say it's Flour to go with all the cooking and pastry names, and others think it's Flower like from Bambi. Who knows? My 2 year old brother named him!
He looked something like this:
Flower had a short temper. And that's about all I have to say about him - HA!
And now I'm deathly allergic to cats - and I'm now a dog person!