That was the name we all gave you when you came into our lives. Now, you answer to Bridgie, Bridgelet, and Bridgie-poo, especially when mommy chirps!
Who knew when we rescued you from a place where people took their garbage, dumped their leaves and where you were loved by a little old man in a little one-room house that you would be such a charmer?
Who always knows her place.
The adults get hissy, you steer clear and let it pass.
|"Tinker gets cranky sometimes. Probably his arthritis."|
Always wants to play.
I have a feeling the kitten in you will remain well into adulthood.
|"Having fun with my big brother Chopin!"|
Has a good appetite.
You have always enjoyed a good meal, even from others' plates!
|"Mmmm. I say, that sure looks good!"|
And, you listen.
You know what "no" means and that keeps you out of trouble.
We love you, our brightly-furred little one! And, honestly, when the oldsters are sound asleep,
you know you can find fun with Chopin. He, especially, is happy you're here.
~And so are we!
Mom Julie, Tinker, Anastasia, and Chopin (and Tom)