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TINK |
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Obviously, Tink did not start out a large, in charge brick of a cat. The image to the left shows what she looked like soon after we brought her home from the pound. It was Christmastime of 1997. She was a little bit of a thing, the shelter said eight weeks old. She was one of the best behaved kittens I ever saw. Though she's nowhere near as affectionate now, Tink is still one of the easiest cats I've ever had the privilege of living with. Of course, if you were full of food and slept away your days in a sunny window and your evenings on a comforter in the family room, you might be pretty easy to live with, too. |
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The three images below are all Tink from four to six months. Yes, she grew into her feet. No, she never grew into her ears. She was playful and very affectionate still, but already very independent. The first two are shortly before she was spayed, and shortly before she made her foray into the great outdoors. She was gone for two days and nights. I thought they were going to have to bury both Tony and me before it was all over. She showed up the afternoon of the third day, she'd secreted herself in the engine compartment of our neighbor's car. The neighbor had bought a new car and stuck a 'for sale' sign in the back window of the one Tink chose to climb up in. The third picture looks like her belly must have been shaved, so it's probably just after the 'big snip. That would put her at about four months.' |
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More of Tink from one to one and a half years. We moved to Dayton and bought a house when she was about a year and a half old, which was the first of many major adjustments she's had to make. She's a real trouper. |
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This picture is Tink in one of her favorite spots, the back of the sofa in the front room -- it's within sight of the bird feeder, it's right over the heating/cooling vent, and the sun hits it in the afternoons. |
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<<My weight? How
dare you ask about my weight? What do you think this is? I could peel
the hide off a German shepherd, that's how much I weigh. |
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She's dreaming ... perhaps About eating an entire chicken, Bones and all. Or else marching, Godzilla-like, Through a city made of meat. |
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<< YOU BROUGHT HOME A WHAT? |
^ You want me to go WHERE? |
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The image on the right is from September 2003. Tink is almost six years old. She really doesn't look much different -- but cats usually don't, after they reach full behemoth... |
"You cannot imagine how wearying it is just to sit here and be the boss. Because, you know, I had other choices in life -- I could have been anything if it weren't for you pathetic humans interfering. Isn't it time to eat yet?" |