Dear Streaky

Dear Streaky,

Our sweet orange tabby girl. We named you after Supergirl’s cat. I don’t work during the summer, so when you were ready to come to your forever home with us, I was able to be home with you every day.

That first night, you crawled under the dresser and started crying. When you heard me get out of bed, you started purring. Whenever I was in the kitchen, you’d climb up my leg.

Ashy and Baby weren’t welcoming at all. They both hissed and spit at you. Fluffy was the only one who welcomed you. Eventually, Ashy and Baby welcomed you as part of the family also.

It’s fun to compare pictures of you as a kitten and pictures of you now. You’ve grown a lot! But you’ve never developed an adult meow. You still have the kittenish squeak, which is why you’ll always have the nickname Squeaky Streaky.

You have some strange quirks. You like to chew on plastic. I’ve seen you try to turn a wooden spoon into a cat toy. Several mornings you look like you’re trying to eat the teakettle.

Quirks and all, I love you, Streaky, and I always will.

Love,

Mom

Dear Baby

Dear Baby,

Like me, you tend to be shy. You hid from me the first two or three days after I moved in.  You finally realized I wasn’t going anywhere, so you had to make the best of it. Your Dad told me if threw you a catnip mousie and you brought it back for me to throw again, you’d accepted me. It made me happy the first time you did that. It still makes me happy every time you do that. This summer, I have woken up to find you’ve left a catnip mousie at my feet at least once.

We bonded the first Thanksgiving together. With so many people around, we were both feeling overwhelmed. You retreated to the bedroom the whole time and one night I joined you there. This summer, almost every time I sit down in Dad’s chair, you’re in my lap within a few minutes.

When I started doing drawings of cats as superheroes, I chose you to be the model for Wonder Cat. You’re a natural born model, Baby!

You were the one who took the longest to get used to Streaky. But now the two of you take turns chasing each other. You still have fights – you need to keep reminding her that you’re the alpha female.

We’ve come a long since we first met. Even though Dad will always be your most favorite person in the whole world, you have room in your heart for me also.

Love,

Mom

Dear Fluffy

Dear Fluffy,

Our big, beautiful boy. I remember the night I moved in after your Dad and I got married, you were the first cat to welcome me home. I sat down on the couch and Boom! – I had a lapful of cat!

When I had long hair, sometimes you would watch me brush my hair at night. It seemed as if you were trying to figure out what kind of cat I was. One time when I was stretched out on the floor, you started grooming my hair!

Sometimes you can sense when I’m not feeling well and cuddle up with me. At times like that, I like to call you Dr. Fluffy.

You greet me at the door and frequently ask me for belly rubs

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You were the only one to welcome Streaky as soon as she joined the family. You and she quickly became FFFF – Favorite Feline Friends Forever. You taught her a lot about how to be a cat. When she grooms another cat, she does it the way you taught her.

Our majestic Maine Coon, you’ll always be special to me!

Love,

Mom