I've got a calico named Chloe. Her brother is a tabby with white feet and tummy, and all of Chloe's calico spots are tabby-striped. Even the orange ones.

She's got every sandwich in her picnic, thankyouverymuch, and they're HERS, dammit, and she's not sharing with anybody. In short, she's got a serious Attitude. Knocks things off counters and dressers just to be annoying (doesn't play with the items she knocks off). Likes to play in sinks full of water. Will not tolerate being picked up, held, or pushed over on her side. Compared to her, Caesar (her brother) is amazingly mellow. Whatever she's doing, she's doing it full out, no holding back. Until the next thing grabs her attention.

On the other hand, she always wants to sit on top of her humans (especially me - I'm Mom, apparently), and she kneads and kneads and kneads her paws like it's going out of style. And nobody can resist that sweet face of hers, with its black "eyeliner" and spots on her nose. And promptly at 10 on weeknights, she finds me, sits down, and stares 'til I acknowledge her and either go to bed, or tell her I'll be in later. (Maybe SHE'S Mom, and I'm HER kid...)

My previous cat I had for 15 years, from kittenhood to the end. I still miss her very much, but Chloe has won me over. And Ceez is a sweetie, even if he picked my partner to be his Mom instead of me.

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