My precious Tinker Toy was hand raised... found when she was only one hour old. She never saw another cat until she was almost two years old, so she really thought I was her mom. She was my first cat and until her passing, my only pet.



We had nine and a half years together when a fungus got into her lungs and I had to put her down. Didn't think I was going to make it through that..

At first, I saw her everywhere. Well, more like I felt her. Whisker Kisses! I still get those, but I truly think she stayed around until I could once again handle life without her.

She's the one who put up the sign in my back yard. The one that only cats can see.... "Sucker Lives Here". Since her passing, five years ago, many sick, hurt, injured and/or starving kitties have found my door. I do what I can for them and I now have four strong, healthy boys.

She's there. All I have to do is lay quietly in a silent room and think about her. I always get her whisker kisses and if I really need her, I'll feel her.