Twink-A-Dink

Twink-A-Dink

Twink is without a doubt the most neurotic feline I have ever known.  The moment my alarm sounds in the morning, the ritual begins.  Frantically, she runs in circles, crying all the while, as though it's been years since her last meal.  She circles the food dishes, pushing her feline companions out of the way. 

And once the food is in the dishes, Twink amps things up a notch.  She runs from dish to dish, a taste here, a taste there, growling at whoever happens to be breakfasting there at any particular time.  Until at last, all the food is gone, and Twink's fat little belly is satisfied.

Then it's time for Baby.  Twink has a [used to be] red, ratty, oddly shaped stuffed toy that is Twink's and Twink's alone.  She's had this toy for many years and it's her Baby.

After Twink's breakfast frenzy, she'll find her Baby, and run around with Baby in her mouth for about 10 or 15 minutes.  Crying all the time of course.

Yup.  Most neurotic feline I have ever know.  Twink-A-Dink, and this is just the tip of the iceberg.