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Glamourous Co

Monday, May 14th is lil miss coco chanel's sixth birthday!  I can hardly believe she is going to be six years old.

Tonight at the pet store I bought a container of fresh catnip, three fur mice and two round nothings-really filled with catnip.  One is pink -- very close to her favorite color which is purple.

I once told somebody -- obviously NOT a cat parent -- that Coco's favorite color is purple.  They said, "That is because YOUR favorite color is purple."

"No," I corrected them, "it's pink."

Only a non-animal owner would not understand that.

From the second I brought this little sweetie home -- at 6 tiny weeks old -- Coco Chanel took over my entire apartment.  She did not need to first be put in a small room, get used to that, then be put in a room a little larger, get used to that .... No!  She wanted it all and she wanted it at once!

I am so crazy about this little girl.  She loves to be carried around on my back which we call "Boo Boo Express" and there is a little poem of sorts that is spoken while Coco rides, like the magestic queen she is, on top of me.  Clawss digging in almost a little too much.  That's my fault.  I really need to trim them.

Coco has always had a strong, sweet personality.  From the first night I had her she would sleep with me holding her against my chest, between my breasts.  Hot little kitten body.

Then, one night it happened.  She waited until she thought I had fallen asleep and she snuck away from me into the living room to go play with her favorite puffy ball on a spring toy (purple, of course).  My little baby was growing up.  Yes, I actually cried.

She is the happiest cat I have ever known.  I call her my happy little dancer. I have never known a cat so delighted to be in their own skin.  She seems to revel at being a feline.  I would, too!  I'm not really fond of being a human.  It has been a tough tough journey.  And it's not over yet...

Coco Chanel keeps me alive and connected.  She has two brothers, Armani and Max Factor, and only when they play too roughly with her does she complain.  Actually, she has taken to spitting and growling at them whenever they get too close and she can smell "Play Time!" on their breath.

She used to crawl into the dishwasher and get between the door (when it was down -- in the open position) and the bottom rack.  The pictures I have of her are hilarious.  She looks crushed!  At first one thinks it is a demised kitty, but then you can see the life and humor in her young eyes.

Man!  I love this cat!!

So tomorrow she will be six.  It just goes by all too fast.  And yet, there are certain things about my life that just seem to drag on in sorrow.  But the cats -- it is always the cats -- who allow me to feel some joy.  And my happy little dancer, lil miss coco chanel, fills my heart constantly.