I would like Twiglet to be remembered as the most loving cat that ever walked the Earth. He was special to all the family, who was never afraid to show his love and affections.

On behalf of Twiglet’s two brothers, Tigger and Tinker, I would like to say that how ever many fights they had together, he will be forever loved and sorely missed.



I would now like to begin with some of my personal and shared memories of Twiglet. A long time ago, from when Twiglet was just a kitten; he had some toy mice that he loved to play with. It was then, that we discovered that Twiglet liked to play fetch! Not just with the mice, but with tiny foil balls too! As long as you threw it, Twiglet would chase it. All thanks to that game, Twiglet picked up his first word, Mousey. Whenever you said that word in front of him, he would sit at your feet, as if he was expecting something, ears pricked, eyes the size of footballs and standing to attention, waiting for you to throw the mouse for the first time, and of course with his pretty face staring back at you, you can’t say know to a quick game of fetch can you! I would throw the toy mouse time after time and Twiglet would be forever running up and down the living room, leaping and bounding over any obstacles that got in his way. Once he had caught the mouse, he would sit and toy with it for a while and then finally bring it back and drop it at your feet for the next throw.

Another memory that I have of Twiglet was when he used to sleep in my room. Most nights, when he wasn’t wandering the town, I woke up to my fury friend at the end of the bed after having my toes chewed off .He was lethal when that happened. It was goodbye toes instantly! Once he knew you were awake, he kept it that way and slowly walked up the side of me and sat practically on my face, purring. Who needed an alarm clock when you had my cat, Twiglet!

A last memory I would like to add of Twiglet, was when he had a habit of disappearing late at night. If you wanted to Find Twiglet there was only one place to look and if he wasn’t there, he was out. I think he had a girlfriend over the road because he always used to go to the same place at the same times. He was a proper lady’s man and I knew it wouldn’t take him long to get a girl! Anyway, many nights my family and I would sit at the door, whistling and calling out his name. If that did not work it was time for plan B, to lure him in with food. We were out in the garden at gone midnight shaking biscuit boxes around. God knows what the neighbours thought of us! When he finally decided to come home, he would saunter in and wonder why everyone was making such a big fuss of him!

Twiglet, we will always love you and you will remain in our hearts forever.



R.I.P Twiglet