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.
In the dim grey lite of a morning sky we see wat looks like a Sumwat Deeflaitid Phat Phuzzy White Weather balloonie flote-ing up towards Hevvin. It is BBBT! Waring her beanie with a now slowly-revolving propeller, she lazily flotes upwards, in great need of SLEEEP. Meenwhile in Hevvin…..
da Sekewrity Angel licks hir Green Lips wif her Green Tung, and while watching the monitors, suddinly sees this Apparishun on da bank of monitors. “BOY ARE YOO GONNA GET IT!!” Yells da hewj anjul, who suddinly sez “Well, WTH—NO, I’m not gonna do anything about dis miscreant. Even tho Easter is coming up soon and God knows what kinda stunt she iz gonna pull off then.” SUDDINLY!! HUUH!! HEWJ wirds appear on All da monitors – “ACK! Shuallee - NO, I DON’T KNOW WHAT SHE’S GONNA DO!! Do us all a favor and just ignoar her for the next 33 days.” And….
So BBBT flotes lazily bakk to Hevvin, a bit nurvuss of corss, after her St Patty’s Day caper, and all she wants to do is EET and SLEEEP. Lukkily there iz a NEWCOMER (no green lips) at da Purrly Gates and s/he lets BBBT in with a “Well, hello how are you! (OMC, WHAT ARE you!!??)” SUDDINLY! Liddle hands GRAB BBBT and she is whisked into da KITCHIN!! What is going on!! Oh! It’s the liddle phat anjuls wif the tiny wings ….. and sirkulz under their eyes (they are da wuns hoo had left BBBT to her own devices at the St Pattys Day Parade in Mew York City, when they desided to go on an all nite bender in Times Square) AND…
they broughtid bakk a TAKE OUT bag of FOODIES for La BBBT!!! “Look wat we gottid for yoo!” they trill – as they open the bag and pull out a Strami Sammich, A Ripper in a bun from Coney Island, and….. a LIVERWURST SAMMIE from Cats DeliCATtessen, and Bon BOns- most of wish are given (at BBBT’s rekwest) to Miss Princess, Miss Mercy, PeeWee, PUddy and oh look-- A Treacle Cake for Sir Blade!!! BBBT is delite-id wif HER foodies! She makes Happy Eeting Noyzziz and devours everything, gratefully licking her chops and daintillee washing her faiss afterwards – and… dem liddle cherubs, hoo see dat BBBT iz getting VERY sleepy, pik her up (“OOOOF!”) and gently fly her bakk to her soft clowd beddie. LOL....WUN liddle boddle of Green Food coloring rolls out frum under it and wunna dem liddle anjuls grabs it and stikks it in hir pokkit.
Da Sekewritee Anjul has seen all dis on da monitors and smiiiles. “It was SO Boring UP here before she came!” sez da Anjul, hoo likks hir still-green lippsss wif hir still-green tung, pulls out a Strami Sammich from hir desk drawer (dem phat liddle anjuls dun bribed hir) and kicks back to enjoy a nice lunch. This episode ends sweetly as we hear BBBT gently snoooring, and St Pete, who is behind his very-soothing sports page, repeating a gentle mantra “The green will wash out. The green will wash out. The green will wash out…..” And …….
….a Liddle Voyss sez to da anjul watt pikkt up da bottle of green foodie coloring and stukk it in hir back pokkit: “Hey Phat liddle annjul— wy is yor butt tirning green?” And…”Oh Dat BEE BEE BEE TEE and her Imajinativ mischiff - haha….Wat will she do next??? I can’t wate till EESTUR……”!!
The Sekurity Angel sits placidly at hir desk. Oh Look!! There are THREE photos of BBBT on hir desk! Waidaminit -- it's a Mug Shot. Oh deer.
Da Monitors show da SHEF walking into da Heavenly kitchen to prepair Brekkfist VERY urly dis morning. Da larj shaip waring a shefs hat and apron moves abowt in da still-dark kichin industriously, and then walks out. Da Sekewrity Anjul likks hir chops knowing dat Brekkfist tewday will be a speshul one becuz it is……….
HAPPY ST PATTY’s Day!!! In Heaven all are rejoicing, even the Snakies!!! St Pat is there signing autographs, and everyone is wearing green hats and saying “KISS ME I’M IRISH!!” and everywun iz having a WUNNDERFUL time!! Oh! The breakfast bell rings and all the Citizens in Hevvin line up in an orderly fashun (NO pushing in Hevvin!!) and from the kitchen we hear an Angel Cook SKAREEEMING- "ALL DA FOODIE IS GREEN!!!!!!”
Liddle Voyssiz say “Da Aigs are GREEN!! Da HAM is GREEN!! Da Orinj Joooss is …GREEEN! DA KRANBERRY Joos iz a DISGUSTING GREY! Da CAWFEE and da English Muphins and da BAYKON and SAWSIJ and da BEIGNETS is all GREEEN! Da Dogger food iz GREEN (but da Kat Fud iz not??Huh??!) WHO DID DIS? LIKE WE DON’T KNOW?” NEWCOMERS to Hevvin are saying: ”WTH IZ dis -- da FUN HOWSS??” MEENWILE…..
FIVE LEAF KLOVIRZ start RAINING down from abuv, and EVERYWUN looks up!! A Phat Phuzzy White Creechur waring a beanie wif a rotating propeller on it is flote-ing above their hedds and flinging FIVE LEAF CLOVERS into the air!! Summa dem clovers break on impact and da creechur sez “Ooops! I didn’t put enuff GLOO on those clover leafs!!!”
Hands REECH to grab hur – but BBBT WHOOOSHES herself away and find herself on….
FIFTH ABEN-MEW in Mew York City! And peepul are CHEERING as she flotes above da crowd wif her propeller beanie! “Iz dis da Macys Parade?” sez a buncha Liddle Voyssiz. BBBT flotes abuve da WHOLE PARADE and soon she is full of green streamers and oops—wunna them gotted stuck in her beanie propeller and she softly FLUMPS to da grownd and is IMMEDIATELY surrownded by Admireres and well wishers!!
"Heer -- haba green bagel!“ sez one “MY home baked SODA BREAD!” sez annuder, “My speshul Corned beef and Cabbage and Taters!” sez annuder wun, and oh LOOK! A liddle Nonna comes up to BBBT and sez “Eh, MICIO! Mangia la Pizza Verde!” -- and BBBT is So happy EETING all dis wunnerful foodies as she iz smiling and purring and walking along da parade route!! A kind pigeon jentlee unravels da streamer from BBBT’s beanie propeller (“For my nest! For my baybees!” tweets da Pigeon, as she flies off, to go lay an aig or two in Herald Skware), and BBBT (slooowly, cuz she ated lots of foodies) rises into da air again – but HEAVENS!! St Pete sent owt summa dem liddle PHAT angels wif Tiny wings to “FIND DAT RAPSCALLION BBBT!”, and THEY JUST…DID!
Da Crowd goze WIIILD!! “The SAINTS BE PRAISED —the ANGELS hab BIZITED US!! (with a …hairy SHMOO??)“ They yell wif JOY, as they spy these cherubs and BBBT!! Meanwhile BBBT, surrowndid by dem Phat liddle angels, reluktantly slowly flotes back into da sky to await her stern talking-to in Hevvin—does she care? No!! Espeshally sinss dem angels, who hab just passed Times Square with all its joys and temptayshuns NOW decide to take a detooor and check things owt _”Thank YOO, BBBT! “ they yell as they LEAVE HER to flote bakk to her parade!! Their liddle voices trail off as they yell to her - “OBOY! OBOY!! Da Wirld and da Flesh and …. oooops – hey BBBT -- Doan’t tell St Pete! AND Doan worry – we NEVER FOWND YOO!“ and so….
Dem Liddle Phat Cherubs flote towards temptayshun…and hoo are we to say anything!! BBBT, hoo knows it wudd be best to get bakk to Hevvin LONG AFTER everywun has digested their brekkfist – smiles, purrs and flotes back to da Parade. And as da Phat Phuzzy White Creechur flotes happily down 5th Avenue, we heer her say “I wish Meowmie wuz heer!!” Meenwile,Meowmie has wokin up from a plezzint dreem to find some 5 leef clovers on her pillow. “Hmmm….. Did Cee Cee pewk??? Hey Cee Cee—did YOO do dis?” she sez……