Today is Chickie’s Gotcha Day. For those who don’t visit this blog on Caturday, Chickie is my late husband’s cat. She’s still a cat, and she accepts me as second best, but she’s still Charlie’s cat. He got her as soon as #1 Daughter, who tamed Chickie’s mother, said it was okay. That was three years ago today.
She was always into everything.
And Charlie always said he felt sorry for her. He said:
She wants to be more than a cat.
Happy Gotcha Day, Chickie!
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: What do you think Chickie would do if she could walk upright and had opposable thumbs? She can already pick up pieces of gravel and toss them into the air.