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| Name: |
Mintie
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Age: |
Twelve years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Short Hair
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| Home: |
New South Wales, Australia
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I've had Mintie since she was small enough to fit in one hand. My mother came home one day before we could even say hello, I could hear soft mewing and in her arms was a tiny ball of black and white fluff with a small bow. She explained that Mintie's mother had been mistreated and she had rescued Mintie from suffering a similar life to her mother. I asked how she got home because you're not allowed to take pets on the train and mum said she had smuggled the little girl in her handbag.
She grew up so quickly, always playful and full of energy. She loved getting played with or simply being petted and always had to sleep curled up next to me. She is much older now and is no longer interested in playing anymore, preferring to spend her time sleeping on my bed or in the grass out the back.
Still though, sometimes at night I can hear her claws on the floorboards as she runs around the house amusing herself. If she doesn't get what she wants she will meow at you till she gets it, and if she lays down somewhere, never move her - work around her - or else. She is a stubborn, royal pain in the neck, but I love her and would never trade her for anything in the world.
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