As I've mentioned before, Tinkerbell came to us at Christmas 2000, and when I come to think of it now and this seems extremely spooky to me, she was found in the same area of Cardiff, not far off the same time of year as "The Baby" who arrived on Christmas Day (via my boyfriend's (John) son - Julien) when she had followed him the previous evening and had refused to go home. Maybe she thought that where she came from had to be worse than anywhere else she might end up. So ... she arrived ... click on the link to see how alike they are, practically carbon copies of one another, it's very very spooky. However, personalities again show that no two cats are the same. Maybe Tinks will grow out of her naughtiness ... but she has that sense of humour where I doubt that. Her favourite place for a peaceful nap is on top of a kitchen cupboard, she's always liked being up high ... the view's better up there.
The Baby, was always known as that because she started answering to "Baby" before we'd managed to think up a decent name for her, so Baby it was.
The Baby had to be put to sleep 18 months ago, she'd lived to a ripe old age for a female, but as has been the way with most of my cats when they get into their teens, she suffered kidney failure and it was the kindest thing to do. What a kind little cat she was ... she never bit or clawed anyone ... not a single spiteful bone in her body (except when it came to Minky (Ginger's Mum).
By this time, The Baby was living with my boyfriend of the time, Peter - basically because Bruno had found yet someone else to pick on. She'd become a nervous nelly and spent most of her time on top of a wardrobe ... so Peter offered her a home where she wouldn't be bothered with other animals, and where she could at last venture outdoors in a garden of her own. |
