Calvin...a missed cat.





Over the weekend we broke out the DVD, "Sydney: the Early Year". Ah yes, the classic 2005 home movie classic of my doe-eyed daughter.





In that DVD, of her crawling the stairs naked and peeing on the 10th step, we catch a glimpse of a yellow cat. We disagree on whether it was our trusty wonder-feline Calvin or the abused Lucous.





Either way, I start to reminice over Calvin, that wonderful cat. He was amazing. He died suddenly one morning of heart disease. I know that because I paid $300 for the autopsy.





Interesting fact: I don't like cats. He was a fanciful whim to please my husband. But Calvin was a cool-customer and we loved him. Oh... the furry tummy. Oh... how he would nestle. Oh... how he would hide around a corner and pounce on your calf with 20 claws. ohhhhhhhhh... the blood dripping down my calf.