We used to have just one cat. At 13 lbs., Ashley is a whole lot of woman, but she is a good cat. The vet was concerned about her weight and suggested we get her another "friend" to play with. Enter "Tink." We adopted Tink from the pound when she was an adorable little baby. We had no idea what we were getting into. Ashley was (and is) not amused. We named her Tink ( short for Tinkerbelle) because she was so tiny and always getting into trouble. Now that Tink is almost a year old, she has a daily goal of trying to drive Ashley crazy. She chases Ashley up and down the stairs, attacks her from hidden locations, and constantly picks on her. Then she wonders why Ashley won't let her cuddle up to her. Tink waits until Ashley falls asleep, and then sneaks up near her and takes a nap. Sometimes Tink is weird. Yesterday, Tink tried to run away from home. She loves to go outside, but we only allow her out on the enclosed back patio with adult supervision. She can not be trusted. Brandon went to play with friends yesterday and didn't fully shut the front screen door. Tink snuck out, and the door fastened behind her. At least that is the theory we are going with. (The other theory is that Ashley pushed Tink out the door and shut it behind her.) We aren't sure how long she was outside before she realized that it was not a good idea. Brandon had also left the garage door open, so Tink entered the garage and started scratching on the door leading in from there. Luckily, Russ heard the sound and went to check it out. Tinky was glad to be home. She was loving and grateful for a full 5 minutes before she started checking out the doors.
Update April 2016
1 year ago