A few days ago, Tippy, the star of my children’s book died. Every cat has a different personality and I think Tippy’s was warped from birth when a dog carried her around in its mouth. She wanted to be close to me, but not cuddly even though I bottled fed her when she was only eight days old. She didn’t like it when I was gone overnight or if I locked her out of the den so I could work in peace and she showed her displeasure by pooping in my bathroom sink!
Tippy (6/19/07 – 3/9/17)
