Project Optimism: In Memory of Twinkie the Cat

Twinkie “Twinkle Toes” Pinnella died on Friday, after bravely admitting defeat in his battle against inoperable abdominal cancer. He is survived by his parents, Gail and Ron, sisters Jill and Amy, and brother Oreo.

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Twinkie was an unforgettable cat, and not just because he was the biggest cat most people had ever seen. At his fighting weight, he was almost 30 pounds, and he had the frame to pull it off. But, more importantly, he had the personality to back it up.

Twinkie was a cat but he refused to be treated as less than a human. He took up a whole cushion on the couch, loved to eat human food, and would hold a grudge if he was disrespected.

But Twinkie had a soft side, too. His closest friend in the world was his brother, Oreo. They loved to cuddle, play fight, and clean each other. He also had a special bond with his father, Ron (aka Cutie). And when Cutie was recovering from surgery a few years ago, Twinkie stayed by his side the entire time.

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Twinkie gave his family a good scare a couple years ago, when he first discovered his love of the outdoors and disappeared. Ron combed the neighborhood looking for him, but Twinkie appeared from behind the garage as soon as it started to rain.

Twinkie loved the outdoors even more than he loved food. He was only allowed in the backyard but that was enough for him. He especially loved it if his family was outside with him. He loved to lie in the grass, chase birds, and eat poisonous plants (and then throw them up). He would also eat any indoor plants, including a green carnation that his sister had once brought back from the St. Patrick’s Day parade, which was quickly evacuated from his system.

Speaking of food, Twinkie loved his treats. He would beg, meow, and nudge the cabinet door until his human relented. Then he would solicit the next human to enter the kitchen, as if they didn’t communicate with each other. Twinkie also loved carbs and received the nickname “the carbmonster”. He would frequently sit on the couch and stare at whomever was eating, until he was given bits of bread, pretzels, popcorn, or his favorite: potato chips. Like most cats, he also liked to eat ribbon so he could leave his mom gift wrapped presents in the litter box.

Twinkie had the loudest purr in the world. He would start his day by waking the nearest human up (usually his mom) with purring and demands for attention. If that didn’t work, he could resort to batting at the window shade until the sound drove his mom out of bed, or finally just sitting on her head.

During evening family time, Twinkie could usually be found staring at his father (he loved to stare too!) from on top of his basket of blankets. Once he had conquered the blankets, they were off limits for anyone to use for something as silly as covering themselves. During the day, if not outside, he could often be found in the front window with his brother, staring at the birds.

Twinkie was sometimes grouchy, but that’s because he refused to take any shit. And it made his cuddling and purring time feel all that much more special. Despite having been declawed as a kitten, Twinkie loved to scratch at his favorite arm chair in the living room. Suspecting that he liked the attention, his family would pretend to admonish him.

In lieu of flowers or donations, Twinkie would want you to honor him by eating some carbs, lying in the grass, and ignoring anyone that tries to steal your blankets (in life).

Twinkie, you will be missed.

I think that was pretty optimistic, considering.

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Comments

  1. I’m so sorry for your loss, Jill. They are family, complete with personalities. No one could doubt that there will never be another Twinkie.

  2. Janet Barry says:

    Jill-beautiful memorial for a very special soul!

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