I was seven years old when my dad brought her home. She was from a litter of 8 kitties that Dad's co-worker was giving away.
Pussy and I were inseparable and I remember waiting impatiently everyday for school to be over so I could be home with her.
One day, many months later, I woke up in the middle of the night when my hand felt something wet and slimy. In the dark, I thought I saw several frogs on my bed. I let out a scream and my parents rushed into my room. Switching on the light, we realised Pussy had just given birth to a litter of 4 kitties on my bed! Not a pretty sight!
Looking back, I should be honored that Pussy had chosen my bed where she felt safe and comfy but when you're seven years old, blood and placenta on your bed is a major "cat"astrophe! Not fun!
In case you're wondering about the title of this post, these cookies were made for my long time bloggy buddy Lin's son, Colin. I couldn't ship them to him 'cos the shipping fee would have cost me a bomb. Lin suggests that I just make the cookies and take a photo of them. Then I can eat them too!
Those kitties are supposed to be their beloved Hobbes -- 47 lbs of Stripey Goodness!