This is the story of how we got Camille (Rootbeer Float). Originally, Camille was sold to another couple, who named her Camille. After about 3 days, they called the breeder and complained that she was the "Cat From HELL"! Actually, their problem with Camille was that she is a talker. Yap, yap, yap. Personally, I find that a charming attribute to any animal.

My friend was going to Germany to visit her daughter who was in the military, and I was going to show one of her boys at a local cat show. I was asked if I would take Camille to try and show her. Okay, not a problem, I said. I brought Camille home so I could get her use to me. Her nose was a little bent out of shape with all my other cats here, and she did the "fat cat" look. For such a little thing, she had one of the biggest mouths I have ever heard. My husband was starting to agree with the original buyers that she was the cat from hell. I said she just needed to settle down, and she would be fine.

The first night, I brought Camille into the bedroom (where all kittens come) to sleep with us. The nasty cat from hell, promptly fell asleep on my pillow atop of my head. There she was all night. I knew at that moment I must have her for my very own. She was so sweet and loving, and after about 3 days became a wonderful part of our feline family.

I did take her to the show, and thank goodness no one was interested in her. I wonder if it was because I brought her after I shaved off all her fur. Just kidding folks. When my friends got back from Germany, we struck a deal for Camille, and she was mine.

Today, Camille is my sweet mouth. Her nickname is Mealie the Mouth, and her kittens are all the same way. She is such a sweet and special addition to our family, and she is a wonderful mom. Don't you think God has a way to bring us all together in a special way? He certainly brought Camille to me.