How sweet. She's a beautiful baby.
When my husband and I were dating, he adopted a stray calico. She was a holy terror and ran the roost. We took her to the vet the first day to have her flee dipped and found out she was knocked up. She wasn't more than a kitten herself. She went into labor in the middle of the night and was scared to death. Hopped up on DH's bed for comfort. He woke up instantly with Fluffy standing on his chest. He was soaking wet, her water had broke and she was clawing long marks down his chest. He said she was really mad, like this was entirely his fault. She ended up having the kittens in his bed. He slept on the sofa that night.
I went through a phase where all I drank was Pierre with lime. I caught Fluffy sampling from my glass one day. She quickly acquired a Pierre addiction. She knew what the bottle looked like. If I pulled it out of the fridge, she would go crazy. I couldn't keep her out of my glass, so I put a little in her water bowl to appease her. She looked at me like I was crazy and refused to drink. She meowed at me until I finally put an ice cube in it. After that, Fluffy only drank her Pierre on the rocks.
I could do a stand up routine with my Fluffy stories.
Sorry didn't mean to make you thread all about me but your Calico's picture brought back some great memories.