This is Twinkletoes (well, thats what I used to call her anyway. Imagine Fred Flintstone bowling and you can see this little ball of fluff running up the driveway . We picked her up from the SPCA and she had had a hard life before we found her, being mistreated by her previous owners as is too often the case.

Her real name was Charm because that is what she was. A charm. The cutest little puddy tat you could ever meet. She was one of those cats that could sleep anywhere. A Pizza box, on top of the fireplace, in a pot plant, on the tv…She even got locked in the linen cupboard for a day as she was napping on the towels.

She wouldn’t take any rubbish from the other three male cats in the house, and she always got the royal treament from te boy. He’d share his dinner with her off the same plate, no problems at all, then they’d toddle off downstairs where she would curl up on his lap while he was online gaming.

We noticed she had stopped eating recently, and had become really talkative, so we took her to the vet who told us the bad news that her liver was failing. Anything she was eating was basically poisoning her and the most humane thing to do was to have her put to sleep. She was only 9 (human years) and we hoped to get a lot more mileage out of her.

She will be sadly missed, and impossible to replace.