Nicknames: Raggle Taggle Rough and Ready Snaggle-Toothed Gangster
Birthday: October 1st 1995
Coloration: Black Tiger and White
Likes: To create mischief one minute and be Soooo Loving the next.
Pet-Peeves: Other cats. Not enough food (hahaha!)
Favorite Toy: * * UPDATE!! Mercy's toys -- AND/OR whatever has not rolled or been batted under an immovable object!! * * The strange crinkly thing with big green eyes that scared the living heck out of her the first time she saw it.
Favorite Nap Spot: If someone is in a chair, there could be ten other chairs just like it -- but THAT chair is her favorite nap spot at the moment.
Favorite Food: Canned, other cats' food, my food -- thankful she doesn't know how to open the fridge door.
Skills: Knows what I'm thinking. I try VERY hard not to think of ear cleaning or claw trimming, or.... the V-E-T. LOVES to be brushed "Hairdo!' and she comes running and makes little squeak noises when she runs. GRUNTS when she yawns and stretches.
Arrival Story: One hot day as I was about to turn into my parking lot, I was compelled to turn around and visit the shelter, 5 miles away. As it turned out, their AC had just failed (it was 95 degrees) and someone had forgotten to give water to the cats!!!!! I'm glad I saw that!!! Baby was a dainty little 7 mo old kitten panting in one of the cages. EVERYONE got their water. Baby went home with me a few days later.
Bio: Baby told the pet communicator (Diane May) that SHE, Baby Twinkle, was in charge of this home (my home). She LOVES to groom me by licking my short short hair. If I place her gently on her back on my bed and then put my head on her BIIIIG frowzy belly, she will get this look of longing on her face and will GRAB my head with her (claws IN) paws and pull my head to her face so she can licklicklick my hair forever....!! I can also stick my face in her belly and give her bellybutton breeps -- if anyone else tried that with her she would probably shred them.
She loves to give me LOOOONG hard looks and icy stares that could freeze Old Faithful. She loves to give long lingering nose and head butts, and then she'll tear off and run to the baby gate in front of Cee Cee's room and hit it real hard and go RRRow!! Snarl! (sigh..... Cee Cee can handle it-- she and Baby both lived on the streets for a while, but not together)
_____Despite her mean-nastiness, she is a REAL mush, and loves to put her head down and her big butt in the air and wiggle her paws for me to play with her. Then when confronted by something that scares her (BIG SOFTIE!!!) she will emit a dainty "Eeek!".
_____Once I accidentally gave her too much honey-barbecued chicken (NEVER AGAIN!) and she howled her characteristic "A-wah-wah!" as she made mad dashes back and forth between two litterboxes -- with me right behind her cleaning up her messes and wiping her kittybutt (she is too plump to reach it herself!).
_____Speaking of nicer things... she likes to talk to me and will raise her voice at the end of her monologue if she's asking me a question. Sometimes I can synchronize it so that we Meow in unison.
_____Check out the picture of her playing in the snow -- it's for real -- she loves it. I make sure she doesn't stay out too long and that she comes in to get warmed up. If you can't see the protective chicken wire in the photo -- it's there -- it goes from under the flowerpots to At LEAST 7 feet high; it's double thick, attached to many sections of reinforced wooden lattice (and All the lattice itself has chicken wire attached to it so the cats can't go thru the open parts of the lattice, and all the lattice is sturdily attached to the balcony) , and this keeps the kitties safely on the balcony. If they could climb it, they would not be safe, but these kitties do not climb it. There is also a product called "Cat Fence-In" that can also be used on a balcony.
_____When I say (or sometimes THINK) the word "Hairdo", from out of nowhere she will trot or run to me emitting little eek-squeaks as she trots over to sit on her Barbershop Chair (the closed lid of the toilet seat). When I brush her she will give me nose and head butts and will reach for the brush so she can brush her face. She always gets hairball gel after her morning brushing, and sometimes in the evening she will run to the toilet seat, sit down, look at me, meow, and then look at the hairball gel ("These hoomans are so DUuuumb!! I gotta SHOW them what I want!")_____I always keep the toilet seat down so no one is in danger -- if they fall in they may not be able to get out.
Her ARM iz in a sling. She pikkt up a small fridge and carried it 30 feet. Then she pikkt up and moved 11 bokksiz of books TWICE. All in da same day. Toothfullee, no wun elss wud do it for her. (Cee Cee was lokkt in da othir rume so she wudd be safe. haha she wuz probbly kvetchin'.)
SO- Meowmie bloo owt her showlder... She iz taking meddisun (ha! her punishmint for gibbin ME meddisuns!!!) and going to fizzikal therapy. Cee Cee was all NURSE CEE CEE da uthir day. If dat had bin me I wudda bited Meowmie. Maybe.
Iyam very tikkd off becuz my SCRIBE is malfunkshunning!!
It is getting close to Krissmiss Eve in Hevvin. Da kitties gaze in awe at da sparkly gold sky (A Liddle Voyss sez : ”Looks like wunna BBBT’s faymuss (notorious!!!) sparkly tablecloths!”, and…
All eyes turn to look at da LIVING NATIVITY!! How BEEOOTIFUL it is!! Figures are moving, Lambs are resting in da Fields, Anjuls are singing and making Mewzikk and……
And Heer comes da Three Wize Men on their Camels (Hmm.. izzit Wednesday???) Suddenly.... HUUH!!! UH OH!!!” All da camels come to a screeching halt and EVERYWUN’s I’s get BIIG and ROWND. . . Wha happened???
A Liddle Voyss sez “St Pete!! Wunna dem sheepies IZ HISSING at da Three Wize Men!!!” St Pete wisely slaps his forehedd and sez “Wicch wun….(like I don’t know what da Liddle Voyss iz gonna say?)”
Da Liddle Voyss sez: “Da Wun wif da big Phat White Buttiuss wif two blakk spots on It!!!”
Meenwhile, BBBT, who REMOTELY rezembullz a phat sheepie, sighs, stops hissing, smiles and settles into da sweet hay to go to sleep. “Meowmie DID YEWSTA call me her Lambie Pie!” she wiss-purrs as an ekksplanayshun just before she sweetly snorez, and….
Da Three Wize Men and their camels SLOOWLY TIPPYTOE past BBBT on their way to see Da Wun Hoo LUBS US ALL (inclewding BBBT) so very very much ., All iz Calm – All iz Brite….
BBBT’s gentul snoring attracks the attenshun of two spiky tailed kittins! “There is ower HERO!!” sez wunna them skweeky baybees. (Hero AND Bad Eggzampull!) They runn ovur to BBBT, and, being kittinz, have NO qualms abowt waking her up!!
“Sir/Maam! Lookit wat we FOWND!!” say da kittnz as they drop POWNSSIZ and toys at BBBT’s feet. (BBBT gets up and STREETCHIZ and summa dem lambies reclining behind her gasp "Huuuh! Wotta HEWJ Buttiuss!!") BBBT smiles at dem kittinz and sez: “Oh! Yoo must not carry these for too long or they go bad!” sez BBBT hoo eets all da Pownssiz. “Where did yoo find them?”
“They are GROWING on a TREE dat has STARS all over it!!” skweek da innercent liddle baybees.
BBBT gets up and follows da kittins hoo, wif their spiky liddle tails held high, bounce and jump and wiggul ahedd of dis BUIGGIUSS fuzzy wite cat hoo pittypats after them while her fuzzybellyflap swings rite and left, rite and left as she walks with her tail prowdly held high in da air.
She follows them into a room dat smells like a pine forest wif warm lights and singing. And she stops… wif her eyes getting BIIG and her purr getting REEL REEL lowd. For there, in dis rume, covered wif lites and cat-safe ornaments and toys and POWNSSIZ — is da Hevvinly Krimssmiss Tree!! She shyly (shyly? Dis iz BBBT?) creeps forward, wif a biiig smile on her faiss, wif da liddle kittinz and their furrends following her. And then . . .
A few minutes later, a SILENT alarm (all da alarms were newly installed after BBBT walkt into da Purrly gates and settled into Hevvin) rings in da nooly built Anjul Security Rume (ditto). Da HEWGEist Anjul looks at wunna da TV monitors, sighs, ges up and walks owt da dore. A liddle voyss whisspurrs: “What? Another “borrowed” Sparkly Tablecloth inssident?” We shall soon find owt.
Da Anjul striiides down da hall – EVERYWUN knows hoo dis Anjul is going after and they giggul. As da Anjul approaches da Krissmiss tree rume she heers MAJOR sownds of Cat Revelry. Da Krissmiss tree is gyrating. Stuff is FLYYING owt of its branchiz. Cats and kittens are on da flore, playing wif toys, rolling over Nip, eeting Pownssiz (da nice thing abowt eeting Pownssiz in Hevvin is dat yoo DON’T frow up afterwards), And the Anjul goes up to da tree, rolls up a sleev, and stikks hir arm into da tree – and (pulls out a plum? Not a chance…) emerges wif a large furry white shaip wif a BIG smile on hir faiss and big phat cheeks (on da faiss, on da faiss dis time).
Da Anjul sighs but s/he is trying hard not to laff. BBBT sez “Oh deer – I just wanted to find owt if they put an ANJUL on da top of da Krissmiss trees in Hevvin. Did I knock off all dat stuff on my way up? Hmmm….?”
Da kitties in Hevvin hoap that their peepul on Urth are also having a joyous if not riotous time, and dat THEY too have Anjuls looking after them (or running after them, in BBBT’s case)
"HAPPY HOLIDAYS!" they all eek skweek purr and meow!!