As long as we’re discussing family cats, we might as well touch upon Cally. Cally is the Tsi-Shi of the Quinn family, o’ grand cat of roundness and calico delight. Don’t stress. We’ve talked about this.
Many years ago, approximately twelve, youngish Erica, Erin, JQ, their Cute and Fashionable mother and Handsome and Distinguished father saved a worthy cat from a humane death. The only catch was, this cat had one eye and her disfiguration terrified the two youngest Quinns for years upon years. They couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as her. (Admittedly, she was scary to catch under our parents’ bed, with her one laser eye…)
Luckily, everyone got used to Cally, eventually. Now she is a treasured Family Pet!
Unfortunately for Cally, she is not the only pet in town.
These days, Cally spends most of her time terrorizing our very old and much-beloved sleepy spaniel dog, Keen. She achieves this mostly by entering the same room as the pup. This makes Keen mad, which incites much outraged barking.
Being the loving caretaker that he is, JQ has decided to tackle the problem from a different end. Instead of shooing the cat from the room, he has taken to following the kitty painstakingly around the living room with a towel, as to obstruct her from the ancient dog’s angry vision.
Cally, in JQ’s words, is “bold”. In addition to vomiting on every surface of value that exists in my parents’ home, she also seems to enjoy generally pushing the limits of my brother’s Samaritan spirit.
Cally just wants to be a good sister to her sister, that’s all, right? I’m sure if my Poochcat was bedridden I’d want to waltz around the room, tantalizing her with my perpetual winking eye, my persistent hunger, and my powers of frequent & high-viscosity throw-up. Lucky her.
Oh Cally. Oh dearest round cat.
All anyone needs to distract you is only to pet your butt. Gracious me, that thing sticks up like a mail flag firecracker.