Tim was the runt of the litter and she would hiss at anything that moved fast or at both of her sisters. I called her Tim for Timid. Her favorite room in the house was the bathroom. When I would come home from a trip she would sit in the bathroom and meow at the top of her lungs until I called to her.
She was a long haired black and brown striped tabby with silky long hair. I always felt I should have named her "Scarlet O'Hara" because when you talked to her she would toss her head and move her whiskers, almost as if to say, "I'll think on it tomorrow!" She could breathe a purr that said "I love you." When I would lay on the couch to watch television she would lay on my chest and she was just so soft and warm. She hated to be held though and would growl until you let her down.
I had to take a business trip and I hated to leave her because she had a horrible cold and could barely breathe. I called home every day and my nephew told me she was doing fine. I came home to a message on the answering machine that the vet was expecting me, Tim was really bad and he couldn't find her. I found her wedged in the back of one of the kitchen cabinets and got her to the vet. She made it through the night but her kidneys had completely shut down and I held her the next morning while they put her to sleep.