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Queen of Trades; Travel and Photography- Category [Cinnamon Spice]

My cat just had her third birthday yesterday and because of that I ended up diving into my archives. I have so many videos and pictures from all this time that I've been doing photos that it takes hours of research to find the correct folder and sub folders that my stuff has. I'm so specific about time and the way that I see it that It can make the space hard to navigate without me being there. What works for you may not work for others so it does take s whole to find certain parts in the past. 

For this resent video I saw files about what it was like getting her and basically relived her kitten moments. They grow up so fast and they are so cute when you bring them home. They have a personality your getting to know. Your cuddling, loving, Head butting, and just creating a connection and next thing you know there all grown up. Having Spice here and seeing how she's become so beautiful and amazing over these past three years has been amazing. She's my light and she is everything I could ask for in  a pet. 

She's sassy, she's cuddly, choosy, and a drama queen but she loves to be protective of her human and shes never very far away from me. My dad thinks she's a lot like me and it does show. She loves sweets like me, she's a lover but only on occasion and she likes to cause trouble from time to time. So yes, me. 

I don't know how life would have been had I not brought her home. Sirius midnight wouldn't be with us to this day and without them both I know we would have a sad home. They make it light up and I'm so glad they are here. 

Happy birthday Spice. I love you so much. 

 

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When I had brought Spice home for the first time I didn’t really understand what I had chosen to do. I mean it was a tiny life that I had brought home and she was so adorable as a kitten. Her ears were so adorable and her eyes seemed bigger than they should be. Yet I loved her from the moment I got to hold her. She was so small and yet so feisty. She played hard core and jumped all the other kittens from behind dustpans and brooms. She wanted to fall asleep on your shoulder and slide off since she didn’t know she had to use her pins. She cuddled purred like a cat on catnip. She did it all and I honestly and to really convince the owners to let her go. They loved her just as much as I did but they choose me since it seemed the kitten had chosen me. Time and time again she would come to me and sleep on my lap. It was fate and they couldn’t ruin the chance for a cat to have an owner that fits the kitten so well. 

After a few months I realized what having a cat meant. They don’t listen. They don’t always cuddle. You have to know how to change litter and when. You also want to take caution with falling for the cute face because that almost got me into several car wrecks on the way up to my grandmother’s house. I really didn’t know what to do with all this sudden awareness and when we got back to Florida well...it became destiny. 

Every day she would come up and head butt me just to get my attention and I honestly remember being so baffled by how much she followed me. She always wanted to be near me or on my lap and it stuck to her. She now stays around me at all times and when I leave the house I can hear her meowing for my return which makes me sad but I do have to go out and do work to make money. Adulting does that. 

The real moment though when I found out what kind of life I was getting into with owning a cat was when we bought her, her very own ball of string. It was colorful and the string was very long. It raped around the ball several times and after a while would get tangled up. Every once in a while you found the ball, undid the string and restrung it for her to play with. Well as time went on it started to fall apart. It became a mess and the ball was getting to be quite disgusting. One night I restrung the ball and put it away. I went to my room, sat down in my chair and was on the computer when I heard Spice come into the room. She was walking around mostly in circles and then stopped and made a noise. At first I ignored it, thinking it was normal and it would be all good. Maybe it was a hairball. So I continue on and suddenly she stops. I shrug and continue my work. A minute later I hear her hacking up a storm. She had walked right up to the line that separates my door and hallway and my room. Right there she threw up a colorful piece of throw up. Immediately I began to panic. Its not coming out of her mouth. I take her to the bathroom and I’m trying to get her to throw up the rest, something anything. 

For a moment the panic set in and without thinking I managed a tiny pulling and she finally puked up the rest of the string. It ended up being over 30 inches of string. I swear the cat just ate it thinking it was tasty. I learned from that day to never have string in the house for her because I could have lost her. It was so terrifying to have that happen so please...don’t buy string for cats. It’s so dangerous. That day I knew what it was like to really have a cat in my life. The adventure and laughs never end with Spice, thats for sure. 

 

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Bringing her home was so crazy. She was so small and quiet. She was shaking through the towel and I knew that she was purring from being under stress. Such a tiny creature I had with me. I looked down at her and our eyes met. She didn’t move but did stare. It was almost like she was looking into my soul. For a moment I petted her tiny head and rubbed her overly large ears. This was a tiny life that I now was in charge of. She was my responsibility and I was taking her away from a house filled with her brothers and sisters. Quickly securing my seat-belt and making sure I didn’t squish her we drove off in the night together. Heading to a new home and both of us probably humming with excitement

When I got home I introduced her to my father. He was against having a cat in the house and only allowed her inside because I was leaving soon to go to Michigan. He petted her, said hello and I knew he had fallen in love with her. After all how could you not love her. I took her to my room and put her on the floor, letting her get a good look around. I introduced her to the litter box and she quickly became attached. Every time I left the room I had to keep her in there. Not even two seconds after I stepped away from the door she would meow her little heart out. The minute I would open the door she would try and find a way to me and rub up on me to make sure I was still there. That I was real. I would make sure to pet her and kiss her on the head giving her all my love. 

Soon I became attached and she to me. We started cuddling together on the bed and there we spent most of our time together. She was s small that she would curl up right next to my head and just purr away. Sometimes she would lick the side of my face and tickle me with her tiny whiskers. Her name at the time was Cali and I thought the name was too standard for a calico cat. So after I had introduced her to my best friend during this moment, she came up with a new name for her. Cinnamon Spice. It fit perfectly and she soon came to understanding her name. I call her Spice for short and when she is in trouble I used her full name. My room became her favorite spot and she started to follow me everywhere. Even now she follows me everywhere I go but, always tries to play it off like she’s not interested. She can’t fool me. After all I am practically her mother. 

As time went by her ears became an appropriate size for her head and her face became gorgeous instead of baby faced. If you look at her dead on you can see the different colors on her face. Half of her nose is darker than the other half. Such beauty in a tiny creature. In the past few years I had come to love her like my child and we are now training for her to be in a harness and to get comfortable outside. She’s going to be three years old next month and to me it is almost sad. She’s growing up, my little baby. My father made a joke about how she is already an adult but to me, it seems like she is still a youngin who is shaking and curious about her new life. It takes me back to that beautiful moment every single time and for me it makes my heart swell. Time is moving so fast and I may not have given birth to her but she is my child. I can’t imagine a life without her and I know that I will make her life an amazing one while I had her here with me. I love her so much and I hope anyone who has a pet feels the same way about them.

They love you for their entire life and its only right to give them the love, care, and affection they deserve. 

 

 

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