My stripey bookend sisters who died in a fire. They were the smartest cats I’ve ever had; I easily trained them to use the toilet, they could open doors without handles and were working on unlocking locks. Brim was regal and handsome. She was a savior kitty who repeatedly donated her own blood for the benefit of other kitties’ lives. She had the tiniest mew and was affectionate and devoted. Clodagh was always getting into trouble; chewing on wires, escaping the room or helping herself to the food bin and closing it behind her to hide the evidence. She could give a high five and learned other tricks too. She was a puddle of cute. I love these little tigers and cry when I think of how they left too early.
Brim & Clodagh
