In 1995, my loving husband did not get me a birthday present. So I went out and got my own. She was a teeny tiny Persian Himalayan blue/cream point. Thank goodness my husband is a cat person like me. She won him over instantly. I named her Bailey's Irish Cream because that's what the color of her body fur looked like. We call her Bailey. She is now almost 6 years old and is the princess of the house. She refuses to eat most dry cat food. The only kind she will eat is Iams. She begs for canned cat food multiple times daily and has gotten smart enough to beg to different people so that she increases her chances of getting some. I am thinking she is so spoiled at this point that she is not eating ANY dry food anymore. She is very loving and will seat herself on your chest or at the end of my bed.
Under all that fur, there is not much there. She is a very petite cat. You can't really see her eyes in these pictures, but they are a beatuiful blue. 
She looks crabby here, but it was about 7 am in the morning when I took this picture and I think she thought I was nuts. We moved from Nebraska to Minnesota in 2007. As part of the deal, my husband promised the girls they could each get their own cat. And I made sure he followed through on that promise. I will be introducing them each individually here. With everything that has happened these past few months, the cats have been wonderful therapy for me.
Only 6? It seems like longer
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