Tintin came to live with us 6018 days ago. That would be 16 years, 5 months, and 21 days, but who’s counting.
Phillip was not quite two, and Patrick just five when it was time to find a new companion. An already grown up, black tiger cat caught our eye and our hearts that day. She was estimated to be about a year old. When she came home with us that day, she sat on the sofa like she owned it. And she did.
Although she was an adult cat, Phillip called her a “kitten”…except…he couldn’t say, “kitten”. He said, “tintten”, which in very short order became, Tintin.
Tintin died today at almost 18 years old of kidney failure. She leaves behind Matty Cat, Katrina Greycat, and us.