I got my first cat (one of my own, that is) when I was 11 years old (5 years after I got my first dog). She was a gray calico shorthair - one of 5 kittens that a sweet little stray (we dubbed her "Mama Cat") and my grandmother's gray tabby, Clawed, produced. They were born in a culvert, but my uncle soon found them and brought them into Grammy's house. These were beautiful kittens! Three were short-haired, and 2 were gorgeous long haired, they looked part Maine Coone. Anyway, I kept Cameo, but just 3 short years later, was forced to give her away (due to circumstances that still irritate me!). But, though I only had her that short time, I will always remember her. After Cameo, I had several cats in my home (all temporary - rescued strays (mostly kittens) that I brought back to good health and found good homes for). Mattie, my next "cat of my own", came to me by way of a friend, in March of my Junior year of high school. Their Manx had given birth to some kittens in January. Of course, I couldn't turn it down, and zoomed to their house right when I returned from 4-State Honor Band in Pittsburgh, and fell in love with a big-eared, big-eyed, tiny little girl. I named her Manhattan Marie (Manhattan was for certain reasons that I now find somewhat funny...), Mattie for short. I still have my baby. :) (Along with 3 other cats - one of which is John's). The Barn cats were already living at my house when I moved in. They were very skittish and bolted whenever you even took a step toward them. Now 2 of them hang around the house and love attention, two more show up pretty often and are pretty friendly, and one (Clara) is still skittish and wary.
The Inside Cats
Manhattan Marie
Bailey Ann
Alexia Jane
Evelyn Rose
The Barn Cats
Rocky, Clara, Felix, Max, Butch
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