Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Blog Challenge: Day 3

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!

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