Say their names, Dino and Pebbles, friends and family knew who we were talking about. Brother and sister littermates, along with their other littermate, Bam-Bam, were born this weekend, in 1989.
Siamese, by persuasion. They had nominal control of the household. An early breakfast around 1:30 am. Regular breakfast, shortly after 7:00 am. At mid-morning, Dino required two strips of bacon. Pebbles, a little plate of fresh canola oil. Their early bird dinner served with a side of tuna (preferably Star Kist). Also, they were quite particular with the brand of kitty litter. Only Tidy Cats would do; anything else was considered to be an inferior product. Moreover, they could do no wrong.
They played hard. Practically every night, a chase at a zillion miles per hour, followed by an evening nap. The nap, of course, was getting ready for bedtime. And, bedtime meant they would claim most of the bed for themselves.
Later in life, they enjoyed the finer things. Pebbles had a fondness for leather handbags. She also had a literal taste for fine gold jewelry. Dino had a preference for freshly done laundry. Better yet, they both enjoyed the bassinette Deborah and Elizabeth used. A fine piece of furniture, absolutely perfect in size for two Siamese.
When someone says, “we had/have the best cats, without exclusion,” it is the picture of Dino and Pebbles next to the definition of best cats.
Though they’ve been gone for awhile, they are always fondly remembered.
Happy Birthday Dino & Pebbles!
You’re the bestest!
mom, dad & the girls