Abbey-Dabbey, Abba-Dabba-Doobey
Born: March 2016

A tiny toddler wearing a yorkie costume. I swear the expressions she makes and her body language are uncanny sometimes. She's my best friend, she's my pal. She's my homegirl, my rotten soldier. My sweet cheese, my good time gal.

We're Abbey's 3rd home, and more importantly, forever home. It wasn't how she behaved, in my opinion, just that her owners weren't cut out for her. Abbey is incredibly needy, but will get overstimulated eventually and want to run off to keep cozy under a blanket. She's such a good girl at the end of the day, though. Her favorite things are butt scritches and all the food except veggies.

Tinky-Winky, Stinky-Tink, Stinker-Tinker
Born: May 2003
Passed: April 2022

My precious lil' bean that got me through everything for 19 years. I still catch myself looking for her, missing her squishiness and nostalgic kitty smell.

Tinkerbell was a farm kitten, given to me by a family friend when I was 8. She was incredibly fiesty until she reached middle age, and then she slowly mellowed out as time went on. Asked for snuggles and cuddles, wanted to be little spoon almost every night, and made the meanest biscuits I ever saw. She trilled more than she meowed, only ate when she was hungry, and prefered sun spots on the linoleum floors.