…“What should we call her?” I asked Randy.
My husband gazed at the ceiling, squinting his eyes. Then he looked down at the tiny gray-and-beige tabby now snoozing in my lap. I held my breath, not sure what he’d come up with, or if I’d like it.
Finally, he said “Callie.”
I smiled and nodded. Callie was a sweet, pretty name. “I like it.”
I glanced down at the drowsy kitty. She purred when I touched her. This is what had been missing in my life, I realized, something small and innocent, something soft and precious. That’s what I’d always adored about pets as a kid. They loved to touch and snuggle with their warm furry bodies. I always found that soothing.
That first night Callie slept between Randy and me and I kept waking, worried she’d get squished between us. But she slumbered away and the next morning, woke me by batting at my eyelashes and purring in my ear. Before Randy opened his eyes, she jumped onto his chest and started playing with his bangs.
“What’s this?” he asked sleepily, opening his eyes.
“Your new alarm clock..”
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Alana
Sounds like instant bonding on both kitten and new pet parents. Many adventures await.
Laurie Stone
Alana, It was a sweet bonding time.
Beth Havey
I can relate…having had a loving cat in the early years of our marriage. Chloe was often the center of the household until our second child developed allergies,… a true family problem. And though your story is about Callie becoming an alarm clock, Chloe could sleep through anything. She was a love.
Laurie Stone
Beth, What a cute name for a pet. I love “Chloe.”