Alchemy's Friends

Delilah was the queen of the house, and she ruled with an iron claw. She was aloof and mysterious, and quite vocal, the way Siamese are supposed to be. She was always cruel to kittens, but then, with her kittenhood, who wouldn't be? Bred as a show cat, she spent her first year in a cage, never learning how to be a kitten. All of her littermates sold but her, so she was finally given away to her person. They said she's too small to be a model, but I thought she was the most beautiful cat I had ever seen. Sad to say, two years ago, she finished her ninth life at the age of eighteen.

Michelob, or Mickles to those who know her, was my idol. Mickles was beautiful too, but, more than that, Mickles had attitude. She was taken away from her mother too soon, and her people had to feed her from a bottle. When she was old enough to eat cat food, they fed her lunchmeat and other people food instead. Mickles favorite food was split-pea soup. Mickles was very loving, very friendly, until she didn't get her way. If angered, she would sit on your feet and push off as hard as she could with her back claws. Where Delilah had a loud bossy meow, Mickles chirped. I used to follow her around and imitate her. It broke my heart when she went out one day and never returned.

Callie is the only other cat who is still around. There is only one word that describes Callie and that's bully. Here are the nicknames for Callie: Growly, Growlico, Snarly, Hangbelly, and Bumblebutt. The last two are in reference of her weight, which is more than it should be. To give Callie some credit, she is often very lovable to people, she's a great hunter, and she's got a sense of humor. When she would catch a mouse or bird outside, she would bring it to the back door and make this really loud meow: Wou Weow Wou Weow. One day we heard this and went to the back door to see what she had, and there she was with a big rubber band in her mouth. She also likes to knock on the door, making the dog bark, and run when she sees us answer it. As for her being a bully? I get back at her. I wait for her to sleep, then I smack her and run!

Thank you for visiting my friends. Even though they sometimes made my kittenhood a pain in the tail, I would not change a single whisker on their feline faces.