When I was four, talked my folks into letting me get a cat. My mother took me to see a litter. There was a calico in the litter and, as far as I was concerned, that was the only one for me. That evening, she crawled up on my dad's chest, looked him in the eye and promptly won him over, too. She went to the bridge when I was 22.
I was without a cat for several years due to first husband not liking cats but finally got another calico and she convinced him cats were good. (I hear he still has a couple around.)
Second husband and I each had two calicos when we met. They've all four gone to the bridge and we've acquired the four who now run the household.
Did I mention that I got hooked on calicos early in life?

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