Today, my Baby has turned 13 years old. Thirteen years ago, a friend of a friend of my younger sister brought her to us, with burned toebeans from hot asphalt, after he'd found her by the side of a highway.
She's been the bad Baby, and Knife Cat. We did our best to socialize feral single kitten, and didn't really succeed. Froggie, Napoleon, Kinky-Hobo and Sonata were already full adults at the time, and Spex simply had no idea what to do with her.
In the last couple of years, since we got the Boys, she's somehow morphed into a big sister. She's also gotten a great deal sweeter, and following Mom's winter medical emergency, her title has changed- she is now the Good Baby.
Happy Birthday, My silly Baby Muhammed Ali.













