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My sister, Chanel and I came to live with Momma in
1993. A neighbor was giving us and our brother and sister away. The
sign said “free kittens” but Momma knew that we would not be entirely
free. Chanel was very active so Momma took her. I was very quiet and
Momma was afraid that I would be sick. When Momma got ready to leave,
the little girl there said, “oh boy, only one kitten left”. “But, you
have three left”, Momma said, and then the little girl told her that the
black male had been promised to someone and they were going to keep the
calico so Momma took me, too. I am so glad she did, it was very nice
having my sister around in a new house. We played and played and ran
around like crazy people. We would sleep all together in what Momma
called a “pile of tuxedos.”
What is weird is now that we are older; we don’t
spend a lot of time together. We are not as close as Curly and Waldo
are, but we still are close.
We are very different. I am very quiet and I have
a stocky little body. Chanel is longer and thinner. I am very pliable
and I will tolerate being held like a baby.
In early 2002, Momma noticed that I was losing
weight and I seemed to be drinking a lot of water. She asked the vet
and tests were run and we found out I am a diabetic.
I get
insulin shots every day. I don’t mind, I know they make me feel
better. I am the Omega and I love it. No one picks on me and Momma
babies me and I like that.
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