In memory of Twinkle

Oh my gosh, where do I start with you. Twinkle was always an oddball in a lovely way. She had her way with words, always had a taste for cake, spaghetti, cheese spread and more, and loved to stretch her nails on the furniture. I loved the way you meowed when you were touched, I loved how gradual and thunderous your purrs were, I loved your trapeze acts on the bannister, and I especially loved how you always came to our side whenever you saw us in distress. You were always here when I grew up, when I went through school and collage and university. I simply cannot replace you.

by Taryn Tuplin-Birkett