I've Got a Cat

I have a cat. She came with my new family. Her name is Callie and she is a calico. She was first my friend Reggie's cat, but he really didn't like her, so when Reggie moved to his really cool new house, Reggie's mom asked my mom if she wanted Callie. My mom loves cats and really liked Callie so when Reggie moved, Callie moved to Frances Street where she became Henry the Golden Retriever's cat. Henry and Callie adored each other. Then Henry got sick and died. Callie still had another Golden Retriever, Orion. However unless Callie curled up and pretended to be a tennis ball and rolled herself down the hallway, Orion couldn't be bothered with her.

Callie has been watching me since I got here. She comes down on the steps and taunts me. She thinks I don't know this but I am after all, a Golden Retriever. We met once briefly when I first moved in. I jumped on top of her and then she ran to the third floor and hid under a chair. She's been there since May. Because I am a big boy now and housebroken, I am allowed to go upstairs. Callie has been waiting for me. I love to jump on her and attack her. She's a pretty good sport. She takes it. She's only hissed at me a couple of times. I take this as sign of her affection towards me.