Where does time go? It seems to get away from me. I think it is this time and then realize it is that time and then I am all in a tizzy. This morning I got sentimental. I realized Chloe the Cat is 5. It doesn’t seem that long. When I got her she was the tiniest thing. She weighed in at a grand four pounds. She was so tiny and mysterious. She could fit easily in ex’s palm at first. She was just so small. A small bundle of fur that was gorgeous. I just wanted to hold her and love her! She let me at first. I think she was scared not to. Then she started developing her own personality. And boy does she have a personality! She is a firecracker! The vet saw her and said immediately that we were going to be entertained by her. I didn’t understand, but he said her tortoiseshell calico coloring said it all. And he was right. She has entertained me so much through the years. She isn’t an affectionate cat often, but she recognizes true pain and does care. When I went through heartache, she slept beside me. She wouldn’t let me hold her and snuggle. She left that job up to her doting sister, Soleil. Chloe was just a quiet presence who gave me a look from time-to-time that told me she loved me.
Today it hit me hard that she is getting older and how she has changed. I love my little standoffish baby so much. She weighs about 9 pounds now and is still a firecracker.