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Adventures of a Calico Cat
The Beginning: From Shelter to Home
Six months after my orange cat, Ozzie, died my little Chihuahua, Bling, had to be put down. My heart aches for them both. As time went by I missed not having another heartbeat around.
I mentioned to my granddaughter, Jessie, that I think maybe I’d like to have another cat. I wasn’t certain. The next thing I knew we were in the car headed for an animal shelter. My eight-year-old great granddaughter, Charlie, was excited for me to have another cat.
After an hour’s drive we walked into the shelter. As we approached the first cage we heard a loud me-owing. It was a little calico cat. As my great granddaughter was by the cage, the cat reached her paw out of the cage to grab her arm. Charlie put her fingers in the cage to pet the cat. The name on the cage was Bella and we just started calling her Bella.
Bella never stopped me-owing. She started rolling around on her back all the while reaching her paw out to touch Charlie. Bella wanted to go home with us.
How could we not take this persistent little kitty home with us? Bella was two and a half years old. Well, I had wanted an older cat to give them a second chance at being loved and she was one!
Bella’s former owner had found Bella and her older sister when they were kittens. She gave her a…
