Twink-A-Bye-Baby

The Twink was dumped in the shelter as a very young kitten because she "scratched" her owners.  She was full of parasites and emaciated beyond belief – maybe she was scratching for some food.  Anyway, Twink made a speedy recover but has always been a little bit odd, no doubt in part because she lacked a mother figure. 

But Twink has her Baby.  A [used to be] bright red ratty, natty, nappy little red stuffed toy that has no right to still exist in any shape or form (in fact I no longer remember what it used to be).  Twink loves her Baby and where Twink goes, Baby goes.  I've found Twink's Baby in just about every crack and crevice in the home over the past 9 years.

On occasion Twink will prowl the house uttering a most odd, plaintive wail, with her Baby in her mouth.  She roams slowly from room to room as if looking for a safe place for Baby to sleep.  Even without looking I can always tell when Twink is roaming with Baby by the sound of her wailing..

The place I find Twink's Baby most often is in my bed.  Baby sleeps through most of the shenanigans caused by Twink, Little Mess and the others.  Wish I could ....

Twink-A-Bye-Baby, indeed.