
. . . almost exactly four years ago. I came home from school to find a tiny calico kitten sitting in my driveway by the road. She was sitting there looking at me as if to say "Here I am! Where have you been?". I must say it was love at first sight. Although I officially named her "Calleigh", we just called her "Baby Cat". Born with a cleft palate, she shouldn't have lived past kittenhood, but she did and for these four years, brought us much joy. She was the most loving, sweet cat I had ever had. She had one litter of kittens and even though she nearly died after she gave birth, she was a tender, loving, and attentive mother. She loved sleeping on John's convertible top and made nearly every step he did around the place. Baby Cat's gentle nature was the best medicine for me after a stressful day. For some reason, she got under John's truck this past Thursday morning as he was leaving and was killed when he ran over her. He was heartsick because he loved her as much as I did. We may have other cats in the years to come, but none can take the place of our "Baby Cat".