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Cats Have Their Favorite Humans

Story ID:11136
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Caldwell Idaho United States
Year:2016
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Cats Have Their Favorite Humans

Cats have their favorite humans. Callie, the kitty I rescued from the brush behind our
apartment building, proved it.

I was the one who rescued her. She came to me whenever I was home. I was her savior.
When I came home from work, I’d sit on the sofa. Callie, who fit in my hand, climbed the side of
the sofa and cuddled next to me.

She missed her mother and crawled up into my armpit and try to nurse my T-shirt.

Callie Nursing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZSPIPwve5w

Ginny was jealous. I had an older cat who worshipped me. “How come you get all
the cats? I want one for me.”

“I don’t know, Baby.”

It didn’t last long. Ginny was home more than I was. Callie eventually attached herself
to Ginny.

We went away for several days. Callie was mean to our older Ms. Priss, so we put
Callie into a shelter while we were gone. She spent three days there.

I picked her up. She was happy to see me, but when I let her out of the carrier, at home,
she walked around our apartment and cried for Ginny.

She sat in a corner, settled down, ignored me and waited for Ginny.

Ms. Priss was not happy to have her torturer back in the apartment.

The door opened. Ginny walked in. Callie sprang to her feet, ran to Ginny, cried and
circled her legs. She didn’t leave her side. Ginny sat and Callie jumped into her lap.

They sat together for long time. Callie sucking up the love her mommy gave her.

I had Ms. Priss – may she rest in peace.

Ginny had Callie.

Cats have their favorite humans.

This year (2016) Miss Priss is gone. Cancer took her away. Ginny spent most of the
summer with her daughter, a five-hour drive away. After a few weeks, I became Callie’s
favorite human, of course, I was the only human in the apartment for her to latch on to.
She jumped up beside me, snuggled in, between me and the arm of the sofa. She accepted
my petting and purred louder than I have heard her purr before.

However, as soon as Ginny returned home, she went back to her true love, her
favorite human …Ginny.

Michael T. Smith