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Kelsey is my baby girl. She's about 9 years old now, and she's a
real sweetie-- when she wants to be!
I rescued her from a cruddy little pet shop on campus. It was 95
degrees out, and she was stuck outside in a cage. She was so hot
that she was lying in her litter box to try to stay cool. Needless
to say, I couldn't leave her there, so I bought her and took her home.
(To be fair to the pet store, however, it wasn't air conditioned inside,
and the porch was the coolest place to have her. The store generally
just deals in fish, lizards, and tropical birds. They just take in
kittens as a "good deed.")
How did she get her name? Well, my then-boyfriend wanted to call
her Chelsea, but all I could think of was Chelsea Clinton. Eww...
Then I saw a commercial for Frasier, and I decided to call her Kelsey.
Kelsey is now about 9 years old. She is a total brat! She always
tries to get out of the house so she can chase the other cats in the neighborhood
around. Sheesh! She has also started to bring me "gifts."
Luckily, these are usually just sticks and dead leaves, but she has brought
me two baby birds. The first one was still alive, so I tried to find
its nest, but it died in my hand. (sniff...) The second one
was dead. I definitely like the sticks better!
She's also very moody. If she feels like being affectionate, she
is very sweet and loving. She especially likes to rub her face against
mine. It's so cute! But if she's not in the friendly mood,
watch out! I've seen the "look of death" from that little cat more
than once! (The worst was the day she got spayed. I went to
pick her up from the vet, and if looks could kill, you wouldn't be reading
this page...) But all in all, she's a good little kitty!
Below are some pictures of Kelsey. Enjoy! |
