Little Mess

The Little Mess, of course, by virtue of the fact that she's not the brightest of the bunch, often finds herself on the receiving end of a well-placed paw swipe.   Often at bedtime, because as cats (and other animals) often do, Little Mess favors a certain place on the bed that is also the favored sleeping spot of one Miss Twink - she of the notorious bad temper. 

Naturally whichever one gets the favored, special spot first, either Mess or Twink, must sleep with an eye open in order to defend this special spot (which happens to be along my right side, smashed as close against me as possible).  And the other spends a good part of the evening trying to get as close to the special spot as possible.  As one might have guessed, it's only a matter of time before a tussle ensues.

But this is not the only special spot at bedtime.  My bed is home to many special spots, and the night is filled with all sorts of intrigue.  And squabbles and strange noises.

But it is also filled with the sounds of purring and cooing, and lots of cozy cuddles.  We all have our special spots.

Bless The Little Mess

We always planned to change The Little Mess's name, but we never did.  The name, for better or worse, seems to suit her.  Usually we just call her The Mess.  Which is kind of funny because she's a stunning cat, absolutely beautiful.

The Little Mess was named when she was a tiny baby.  Her mother was feral, and Little Mess was very sickly.  She was on all kinds of medications, plus we were bottle feeding her.  She was always a mess, we were always wiping her face, cleaning her eyes, giving her mediation by way of droppers, etc.  When we were looking for her or talking about her, we would always say "where is that little mess," and the name just kind of stuck.

We used to think The Mess was brain damaged, but not any more.  Now we just think she's a little bit slow.