It was more then fate that Yipples ended up mine. My sister Cylie brought her home just weeks before my 5th birthday and we knew it was the only reason we would be allowed to keep her. A tiny Tortes shell cat destined to be drowned with the rest on the unwanted litter and ever since she has been rescuing me.



Every night Yipples found comfort in sleeping beneath my blankets, curled into a ball between my knees. 

Always calm and accepting of all other animals accept other cats. She would spend her days surrounded by feeding birds, just watching them and even eating from the same bowel as our pet cockatoo.



I have always taken a shine to animals, having raised Fish, Yabbies, rats, mice, guinea pigs, rabbits, Birds Chickens, Ducks, Cows, Dogs and even a turtle but Yipples was my first and followed my love for other creatures.



At a young age I fell in love with mice and there wonderful little personalities. One of my first mice was called Wednesday and he was with me for 3 years before his cage was left open and he ran away :( 2 weeks later while watching T.V after school Yipples sat at my feet occasionally moving. After a few minutes I realised she had a mouse between her paws, when I leaned down to pick it up I realised it was still alive and it was my mouse Wednesday. He didn’t even have a scrach on him, just wet and scared. Yipples had never brought a mouse in the house before, she knew he was mine and brought him back to me. Wednesday lived for along time after and I’ll never forget him.



Yipples has been with me from childhood to teens, to adulthood and even lived to grow with my 2 daughters. She was 21 years and 9 months when she finally dies with a tumour in her bowel. She passed away lying on my chest snuggled under a quilt on a cold winter morning that I will never forget. She was still eating, drinking and walking the day before but by the morning could walk and needed assistance to go to the bathroom but when she started to whimper in pain around 10am on Saturday morning I knew she wasn't going to make in the hour to the RSPCA vet to have her put down and I didn’t want the last moments of her life to happen in a scary bumpy car.



I am thankful we were together for those last minutes and I am ever more thankful just to have had her in my life. All who met her knew she was something special, even non cat lovers took a shine to her.



To my friend and companion, you will be forever loved, forever missed and forever remembered.