Baby has been around for nearly half my life! She’s a tough old puddy and she’s still cute. I got Baby as a kitten in 1994 and I am pretty grateful that she is still around these days - she’s had a few close shaves! The picture above shows her as she is right this minute while I’m writing. I’m guessing that it was about 1997 when Baby once went missing for 5 weeks. I had spent many hours roaming the street on a bicycle calling out, “Baby... Baby!” and realised fairly soon that I hadn’t picked the best name for being out on the streets calling out! After a few weeks I came home one day and found a message on my answering machine and someone had left me a message. This person had seen my signs around the shops and so on, looking for her and had thought to themselves that perhaps I might like a new cat! I can tell you that I didn’t. I even wondered at times if that person realised how upsetting her message was. After a month I had pretty much given up hope of her being found and it was pretty bizarre to get a phone call from my parents who were feeding Jessie, my other cat (I was away) asking me, “Guess who’s at your place?” She was boney and skinny and not too healthy, but has been around for another 12 years since that.
In more recent times, Baby has gone radioactive, when she had her thyroid gland zapped, has moved house with me at least 10 times (including moving interstate to the ACT) and has accepted a little black kitten who is pretty nutty (Daisy) as a sort of friend, after much hissing and swiping. All in all she’s a champ!
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