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Friday, January 20th, 2006Hey, thanks for checking in for my Friday Snapshot.

Here I go again. Not only do I insist on taking lots of pictures of my cats but I insist on posting them too, as though people do not know what a cat looks like. I must (although sheepishly) confirm that that will not likely to cease happening.
Now traditionally I’m a dog person. Always have been. When I began apartment life at college though, keeping dogs was not exactly the easiest thing to do. So we got cats. Callie, pictured above, is one I’ve had the longest. Although she spent a year with my brother and mom while I “got settled” in Oklahoma, she’s my first cat. And she’s *my* cat. Sure, she is friendly with Justin and actually tolerates the kids better than our other two cats. Still, she is mine. Or I am hers. Something to that effect.
No matter what I do, Callie is there. Well, as long as she hasn’t gotten herself closed in a bedroom, closet, or cabinet, but you know. When I work on scrapbook stuff, she’s there taking up 1/2 my table. When we stitch on the couch, she crams her squishy body between Justin and me. When I knit, she’s somewhere nearby keeping a close eye on that yarn for me. And when I am here at the computer, she is under the desk at my feet. She gets kicked in the head often.
I don’t tend to be someone that enjoys being alone for long stretches of time. I do like alone time, but I am uneasy if it is for longish periods. Another presence–even a cat– is a comfort. If I need reassurance at any point in my day, I can reach down and Callie will be there. I can’t say how much I appreciate that.
So there it is. I am a weird cat lady. I just happen to have a husband and kids too. Oddly enough, while I was writing this my weekly email from

popped up. This week’s theme is cats. Maybe I’ll draw one today.













