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.
Ok Meowmie-- go ahedd:
"Nov 7, 2013 I FINALLY SAW HER!! This morning, I was lying in bed, looking at the floor and the night table and everything was grey in the dim light of morning.
Then I fell “asleep" - and in my “sleep”, I was lying in bed, looking at the floor and the night table and everything was grey in the dim light of morning. And THERE SHE WAS!!
Formed from the greyness of the light, with a silver light outlining her body, standing near the bed with her tail up in the air, just about to leave the room AS SHE ALWAYS DID every morning -- with her beautiful face looking at me, Big Bad Baby Twinkle said "You fed HER - Now feed ME!" And then BBBT left the room and I "woke up".
When she talked to me, I "heard" her VERY plainly -- in my head. When I finally got out of bed I went over to her liddle urn and kissed it.
PS-- I have a memorial Cat Food Dish near her urn and a can of her FAVE food on top of it. Offerings to the Kat Angel."
SO FINALLY MEOWMIE SEES ME!!! Cee Cee wuz in he room too-- HAHAH I BET SHE was SKEERED and HIDED!!!! Then a liddle anjul (yoo know, da liddle phat wun wif tiny wings) came up to me and sed "Bee Bee Bee Tee -- You don't need to EEET Up Here!!" And I went "BOP!!" -- So I hitted dat Anjul.....Tuff tow-nalez....
On Urth, da sky is grey. In Hebbin, a LARJ figure wearing white roabs (oh it's St BBBT and her Clowd Bed) stands up and POOF -- used paintbrushiz and empty bottles of orinj and blakk poster paint come FLYYING outta dis HEWJ bed!! Little critters RUN over to scoop them up and hide them, in gratitude for ALL da fun they had yesstiday (Halloween), thanx to BBBT's daring and ingenuity.
BBBT throwz off her roabs ("Kats doant ware CLOATHES!" she sez wif a smile) and sits down on a generously sized clowd - "BOOOM!"
("Mama wuz dat Thunder?" ..."Hmmm I dunno sweetie-- da sun is owt now....")
A CROWD of kittins and kitties gathers near St BBBT-- hoo waivs her baton and kleers her throate and sez solemnly: "Let us now sing ower songs" A HEWJ crowd of Kitties (oh deer and SO MANY KITTINS TOO!!!) Who Died WAY Before Their Time purr and heddbutt and groom wun annuder as everywun (including da sweet liddle kittins....) sing and their SWEET MEWZIK fills the Air… AND….
EVERYWUN shines like da Sun. On Earth, MANY kitties run to da windowsills and look up at da Sky. Cee Cee duz too, as she Kvetchiz to Meowmie “Doo yoo heer da songs in da Sky? Pleez sing wif me, Meowmie!!”
But…Oh… is it RAINING in Hevvin? Look again – it is St Pete and da Anjuls weeping for all those kitty souls hoo will find their way to Hevvin today – many WAAAY before their time, and…alas, some of whom had the misfortune and TRAGEDY to suffer a Halloween death…….
TODAY and TOMORROW – are All Soul’s/All Saints’ Day… Please remembpurr the cats dogs kittens and puppies and ALL the critters (skunkies and bats and horses and goldifishies and more) – not just the departed wuns… but also those in shelters as well as those who live AWFUL PAINFUL lives on this earth because of Man”KIND”’s INHUMANITY.
The mewzik ends -- everywun hugs wun annuder. Liddle kittins play play play ("Oh no!! Not with those EMPTY bottles! St Pete will have a FIT!") and BBBT slowly walks bakk to her bed and curls up in it, wif her hedd under her paws.
A liddle kitten asks a big elderly kitty "Is she going bakk to sleep so URLY in da morning?" Da kitty likk likk likks da kittin and sadly sez "No.. she is crying....."
Happy HALLOWEEEN!! It’s a BEEEOOTIFUL day in Hevvin!! St Pete is reeding da Sports page wif a BIIG GRIN on his face – hmmm.. did he bet on da game last nite?? When SUDDENLY dat liddle PHAT anjel wif tiny wings - Da wun hoo is supposta RAT on BBBT but DUZ NOT!!- runs up to St Pete and sez “Sir, there are SCILLIONS of CATS lined up waiting to get into da Orinj and Blakk gates!!!”
“…Orinj…. and Blakk…. gates!!!?” skareems St Pete as he smakks his forehead wif his hand…. De liddle Anjul sez “Oh doan worry I will hose off them Purrly Gates!” and takes a hose to Dem Gates while a Liddle Voyss SKAREEMS—“DAT’s POSTER Paint! It’s gonna Leak Into Da SKY!!!!”
Meenwhile on Urth we heer: “Oh! Grab yor Camera!!! LOOKIT DAT ORINJ and BLAKK Sunrise!!” and “Mommy — Y iz da sky Oranj and Blakk???” and others, (with much wringing of hands) yell “Woe iz US!! It’s GLOABULLE WARMING!! Da Sky is MEEELTING!!!” MEENWHILE, Up in Hevvin……
St Pete sez, very sadly – “WHY are SO MANNY KATS Up here tewday? What happind to dem?!!!! “Da liddle Anjul sez “Well, ACK! Shaully St Pete- they live here – they are TRIKK OR TREETING!!!” St Pete smakks hiz forehedd and sez :“Oh, groan.. OK—gib em a POWNNS and tell em to get in heer and STAY IN HEER – Dis iz NOT Ben And Jerry’s FREE KOAN DAY—They CANNOT get bakk in line—we got a WHOLE BUNCHA NOO ARRIVALS out there – WHAT are they gonna think of HEVVIN now dat they have seen DIS!! AND.. HOO PUT THOSE KATS UP TO DIS – Oh no.. doan’t ansur dat…. Groan.. groan….”
St Pete runs up da Hevvinly Stairs to Da Big Purrson’s Office to complain but—there is a noate on da BP’s dore dat sez: “Iyam Oh!Fish!Allee declaring DIS Day as– MY DAY OF REST! DOAN BOTHER ME!! FIND…DA.. KAT!!!.. and speek to HER!!!” Meenwhile Up In Hevvin…..
ALL of Kitty Hevvin is Abuzz wif GLEEE!! Alla dem kitties is dresst up like GHOSTIES!!! Hee hee!! Big and Liddle white ghostie shaips gliding, jumping, FLYYING and PittyPattying abowt – Lissin to them PURRRR! And Eeek! And Skweek!!!
“Who do we thank for theez LUVLY Cotsmewmz?” sez wun purrky liddle kittin.
SUDDENLY we heer Anjuls SKAREEEMING!! “Ower nooly washt bedsheets!! HOO DID DIS!!!??” A LARJ PHAT BBBT ghostie shaip waddles away fureeussly!! “Oh No!! Not There!! “Skareems wun wise kitty – as da BBBT Ghostie shaip almost runnz into Da Guy Wif Da Red Pajamas, hoo is Skareeeming “GET DIS KAT AWAY FRUM ME!!!”
Da Larj Phat Shaip waddles safely under St Petes robez – until sumwun sez “Hey St Pete—sins wenn did YOO grow a grey and blakk striped tail???”
St Pete bonks hs hedd against da Purrly Gates a few times and sez “There is NO way to UNDO DIS!! Yo- STOKK RUME ANJUL – plaiss an emerjensy order for 12,395,897 white bed sheets and PUT A STURDY LOKK ON DAT STOKKROOM DOOR FRUM NOW ON, Okie Dokie????”
MEOW-HAHAHA!! Da Larj Shaip runs owt from under St Pete’s roabz wif glee – White ghostie shaips zip bakk and forth and sidewayz and upside down and a Liddle Voyss sez “Doan Eeet dat Kandy Korn, or yoo will pewk ORANJ! And annuder Liddle Voyss yells “TRIKK OR TREET!! LIKK MY FEEET!! HAHAHAHAHA!!”