My sweet Tribble. If ever a human could have a cat for a soul mate, she was mine.
This is my Peach, Tribble’s sister and litter mate. Peach is not only the last of that litter, but the last of a 7 generation line I have owned since I was 12 years old. That’s right. I owned Peach and Tribble’s great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother. Peach is now 18 years old.
My kick-ass twelve year old!