And then there was three

About Soph Hearts 


Hi Little Tinkablee and thank you for having me! I’m a lifestyle blogger over at sophhearts.com where I cover everything from my best beauty buys to travel and style. Although I cover a whole range of topics, I rarely talk about something very special to me, my little cat. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to! 


How It Happened 

Evie wasn’t planned. My previous job allowed us two days off work per year for actionteering: Charity or giving back to the community. My friend and I decided to volunteer at the local Cats Protection.

“What’s better than skipping work to cuddle animals? “

On the first morning, my partner J literally joked ‘don’t come back with any presents’. Well, you can predict where I’m going with this, right?! 

“Cats Protection do such wonderful work. “

The number of cats with background stories is shocking. At this point I’d have identified more as a dog person, we’ve always had plans to get a puppy and still do actually! There were so many lovely animals though, that it was difficult not to want to take them all home.

On my second day, I was introduced to a kitten called Madeline who wasn’t quite old enough for them to advertise as adoptable. As soon as I gave her fuss she licked my hands and meowed for more attention. It sounds pretty crazy but I felt as though we had an instant bond, her big eyes were just saying ‘take me home’.

J took a little persuading, but he eventually agreed to come and visit with me. I had my heart set on adopting her, so thankfully she bonded with him just as quickly and sold him on the whole idea. 

So that was that. Cats Protection are fantastic in making sure that all of their animals are micro-chipped and up to date with jabs. We put a reserve on her and went back a couple of weeks later, after the house had been kitten-proofed. Her adoption fee was around £60 which supports the charity further. To us, she didn’t look like a Madeline in the slightest, so we renamed her Evie and I hope you’ll agree that it suits her better. 

How To Support Cats Protection For Free

If you’re anything like me then actually volunteering at Cats Protection could be problematic. Thank goodness I only signed up for two days or who knows how many cats I’d have by now! As part of my new blog category ‘Planet Friendly Living‘, I briefly discuss recycling through Cats Protection as a way to reduce waste. They accept a whole range of rubbish from crisp packets to toothpaste tubes which they send off to TerraCycle in exchange for donations. If you wanted to get involved, please have a look at the things they accept to Terracycle. Supermarkets like Tesco host drop off points for them, so it’s super easy to donate and turn your rubbish into money for charity! 
I hope you like the feature and please do let me know if you need anything else!
Best,

Soph Hearts

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Pipi The Wonder Dog – Let’s Talk Pet Series

I just wanted to state before getting into the post that I will now be running my ‘Let’s Talk Pet Series’ Everything Tuesday AND Saturday (instead of Fridays) as I want to keep my Fridays open for Giveaways.

Today’s guest post is brought to you by the ever so lovely Kat who runs a fabulous and beautiful blog called Femenish.com and I highly recommend you check her blog out!

About Kat


I’m a fashion and wannabee travel blogger (femenish.com) from Auckland, New Zealand. I love chips, writing, reading and spending time with friends and family!

Pipi is the best dog in the world. Not joking. She’s my world, the one who comes to me when I’m upset and licks my tears away when I cry. Seriously, dogs are just the best. It’s true what they say, dogs are (wo)man’s best friend.

Some of you might be wondering why Pipi isn’t spelt ‘Pippi’ (as in Longstocking). The reason for that is because Pipi is a Maori word for an edible bivalve found in the sand in NZ. It’s pretty much like a clam. When I was little we would go hunting in the wet sand at the beach for Pipis (not the dog). We’d cook them until they opened up and my dad would eat them, or we would crack them open and use them for bait when fishing.

It was dad’s choice to call our beautiful fox terrier Pipi. And I have to say it is the perfect name for her. When Pipi was little, her surrogate mother was our cat, Jessie. Jessie was a very no-nonsense, yet chill, cat who didn’t put up with any naughty behaviour from Pipi. I never thought a dog and a cat could get on so well, until I saw these two. When Jessie died, Pipi noticeably missed Jessie.

She has a cheeky nature and loves food (which dog doesn’t?). When she was little she’d run up and down the beach after the tennis ball or a stick. We ended up having to stop giving her tennis balls because she became obsessed with them and would just rip the fluff off them.

Pipi also has a love of chocolate, which we all know is dangerous for dogs (one time she ate a whole huge block of Toblerone, and ended up at the vet getting her stomach pumped). Let’s just say she has an expensive palette. These days, Pipi helps herself to the pears on the pear trees. This summer she was usually found down the back of the garden pulling the pears off the tree and eating them one by one.

When my parents came to visit me in the UK, they left Pipi with our trusted dog carer. Pipi loves going to her place, and Rapunzel (the dog carer) loves looking after her. However, one day Pipi managed to escape through a gate that the postman came through. Rapunzel got home and noticed Pipi was missing. My brother and sister texted me to say Pipi has gone missing and that people were looking for her. She was found outside a house on the North Shore in Auckland, not far from where she’d been staying. She was howling and terrified. The animal control picked her up and my grandparents went to collect her from the kennels the next day. My Oma and Opa said that she cried the whole way home and then ate two cans of sardines.

There were some funny aspects of the story. There was a rumour on Facebook that she’d been seen running over the Harbour Bridge and that a cop had tried to catch her, and that she was spotted running through Victoria Park.

We were all just happy that she was safe and well. To be honest, I thought I was never going to see her again. When she was found, I just felt so relieved. I actually thought that I would never see her again.

Things Pipi likes:

  1. Food.
  2. The beach.
  3. Sleeping.
  4. Going for drives.
  5. Waiting for crumbs to drop down off the table at cafes.

Things Pipi doesn’t like:

  1. Little kids.
  2. Busy places.
  3. Other dogs (when she was younger she was fine but now that she’s older she’s a bit nervy).
  4. When people appear out of nowhere and startle her.

Overall, Pipi is a dog who just loves being around humans. I’m pretty sure she thinks she is human too. Sorry Pipi…

Pipi seems like such a wonderful, care-free and spirited soul! Thank you so much for sharing your lovely pet story with us!

And don’t forget that you can still share yours too! Just send your story to my email: Littletinkable@Gmail.com –

Along with a short bio of your and/or your pet, any pictures you want added and social media handles/links.

And as always thank you so much for reading! I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and don’t forget to take a little time out for yourself, even if it’s five minutes to breath in silence.

Our little fluffy Angel

It’s been a long while since I have added to my pet series, ‘Let’s talk pets’ but I am finally starting to feel myself and I think I’ve managed to get myself back on track, so there will be a lot more pet stories coming your way!

Thank you all so much for your patience and without any further ado here’s the wonderful Karalee’s pet story.


My name is Karalee, and I from Texas, but I currently live in Denmark. On my blog Tales of Belle, I write about beauty, books, and lifestyle.

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Angel

When I was a young child, my parents adopted a husky-chow puppy and named her Angel due to her white color. Shortly after my parents adopted Angel, she became sick and it was discovered she had parvo.

My parents did the at-home treatment and Angel pulled through!

Since then, Angel grew close to me and my parents as well as our others dogs. As a puppy, Angel was very good and did not destroy our house. At one point Angel even taught herself to give paw when we asked her to sit.

Angel and her doggo sibling

When me and my parents moved to a new house, Angel slept in my room on my bed. She also had tons of outdoor space to run around, and she would take the occasional swim in the pond, but she hated when her paws got dirty when it was wet and muddy outside. She also enjoyed going for walks around the neighbourhood with our other dogs.

Since Texas could get rather hot and Angel had a thick husky coat I had to brush her frequently and she would enjoy her favourite treat while I did so which was the dog version of peanut butter ice cream. If I did not brush her enough, the whole house and my clothes would be covered in white hair. 

For, Christmas I would buy presents for my parents as well as for Angel. Angel learned how to tear open the wrapping paper, and she loved getting new plush toys with squeakers inside and new dog treats. She also liked showing off the new collars I bought for her and her shirts and sweaters which she would wear during the cooler months.

When I was packing to leave for university, Angel laid in my suitcase wanting me to bring her. I missed her while I was at university, but when I returned home during school breaks I always brought her treats and a new toy and she was always excited to see me again.

After I had my daughter, Angel would lay by her and watch over her. Angel was a great companion during the brief time my daughter got to know her. Sadly Angel passed away after I moved to Denmark, but I will always remember the good times I shared with her.

Angel and her new best friend

What a beautiful and carefree soul your little Angel had! I’m terribly sorry that she’s no longer with you but the memories you have and as you mention above, the brief time your daughter got to share with her are treasure you can keep with you always.

Thank you so much for sharing your lovely pet story with us!

If you would like to share your pet story simply:
Email me at: Littletinkable@Gmail.com
With your pet story, pictures and a short bio of your pet &/or you.
(If you have a blog and wish to add any social links feel free to do so!)
I look forward to reading (and sharing!) the next pet story.
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Let’s Talk Pets – Written by Hannah

This weeks, ‘ Let’s Talk Pet’s ‘ was written by Hannah, a amazing blogger who blogs about books, travel, her experiences among other things. If you’d like to check out her blog then CLICK HERE to be directed to PagesPlacesandPlates home blog page.

So let’s get into it!

What pet do you have?….A Millipede!?


When I tell people that I have a pet they usually jump straight to thinking I have a dog, cat, or some sort of rodent. The reactions I get when I reveal what she is are often varied… Sometimes curiosity, other times a confused look, and occasionally a look of disgust! I absolutely love Chongololo though… my wonderful Giant African Millipede.

I haven’t always loved millipedes – in fact, I used to be quite scared of them before I’d interacted with them properly. Living in England they’re not something you really come across… We have centipedes, but they’re tiny and bitey and so fast that they can freak you out a bit. My uneducated younger self made the assumption that a millipede was a bigger, leggier, faster version of that, when in fact I was very wrong.

Giant African Millipedes appear black at first glance, but they’re actually quite colourful.

If you know me then you’ll understand that I strive to love and appreciate every being, whatever species it is. I have a fascination with invertebrates and when I have a fear of an animal I do my best to overcome it. I’d never hurt an animal unless it was either about to injure me badly (or for some reason it was the only food source available but I’m hoping that situation won’t occur!).

The start of my fear removal of millipedes happened purely by chance, as I attended a bug handling show in Colchester with my grandmother when I was much younger. She was around 76 at the time and despite being petrified of tarantulas volunteered to hold one, describing it as “quite soft and nice, really.” Once I saw the unnerving millipedes getting ready to be handled I knew I had no excuse not to interact with them. I plucked up the courage and let the keeper place one on my hands… And I was quite surprised.

Giant African Millipedes are the biggest species of millipede in the world, growing up to 38.5cm, and are really quite docile (unless you attack them, in which case they’ll spray you with a light acid, but it takes a lot of provoking for that to happen). They walk slowly, their myriad of legs flowing in tandem like a Mexican wave, and they’re really quite timid. They can’t bite as they have no teeth – they have to dissolve their food before they can eat it. I likened the millipede crawling over my hands as similar to the feeling of Velcro, and it instantly made me relax.

Fast forward 12 or so years to 2017 and I find myself in Kenya, a stunning African country teeming with wildlife. I’m in awe as I realise that millipedes are everywhere! Not just Giant Africans, either… smaller, stripy ones can be witnessed within the foliage along with larger, red-legged ones – everywhere I looked I would see them. I became fascinated, watching them slowly inch across the ground exploring their surroundings. When the camp leaders weren’t looking I’d let them crawl onto my hands, feeling their pointy feet grip onto my skin. As weird as it sounds, I quite fell in love with them.

When I got back home I knew I had to have more interaction with these creatures, so I made the decision to throw myself into the exotic pet world and purchase one. We got her as an early Christmas present… She arrived curled up in a plastic pot from Pembrokeshire, complete with a heat mat and some symbiotic mites. My friend, owner of various exotic creatures, helped me get her set up, and I quickly settled into being something of an invert Mum.

Chongololo (which is Swahili slang for Giant African Millipede) is by far the most fascinating creature I’ve ever owned. She’s not cuddly and she doesn’t love me like a dog might, but I’ve learnt so much about her kind just from being able to observe her. She’s almost completely blind, relying on her sense of smell and her antennae to understand the world, and she gravitates towards dark spaces for protection – when I’m taking photos of her she’ll often headbutt my phone thinking it’s a cave! She eats overripe fruit and veg but also loves hardwood leaves, so I go out every so often to collect them from my town (you can imagine the looks from the locals). Sometimes you’ll hear this tiny crunching noise and it’ll be her feet traversing over the leaf debris.

Despite her lack of sentience, she’s also got a fair bit of character… I’ve had to rescue her before as she got her head stuck in a tomato skin! She can be incredibly shy, making me wonder why I feared them in the first place – any interaction will at first cause her to curl into a tight swirl, protecting herself from danger. She’ll relax after a while and will freely explore, though sometimes she’ll refuse to unfurl until I place her back in her coconut hut, which is a personality trait I completely identify with.

Chongololo may be a bit different but I love having her as a pet, and hopefully I’ll have her for a few more years (Giant Africans tend to live for around 5-7 years on average). If you’ve never considered an exotic pet before but find yourself intrigued then they’re a really great option – a different kind of rewarding, but a fascinating creature to observe. And if you’re currently fearful of them, I urge you to have a go at interacting with one… Once you see first-hand how timid they are you might just feel okay about them.

Where’s Timmy?

Today’s post was written by Danielle Calloway a name you may recognise her name from her previous guest post on my blog called: The Unsung Furry Hero

(This isn’t “Timmy”. This is a random picture of a local Tomcat that comes by).

Somehow my patio ended up being a safe-house for single mommy cats with their young.  Stray cats must’ve had a bulletin board with postings where the safe houses were.  Some came while pregnant, I’d feed and water them, then when they had their kittens, they’d take them somewhere else. 

I do feel the need to put a disclaimer here: I am not a cat person.  However, the cats seemed to know I couldn’t refuse an animal in need, and they thoroughly took advantage of the situation.

Once a mama cat came with her two, very young, kittens and set up home in a sheltered corner of my patio.  I took out the bowls, set them in the shade, and told her, “You are welcome to stay until your young ones are ready to be on their own.”

Every morning I drank my coffee on the patio and Mama Cat proudly showed off her kittens, although she wouldn’t let me touch or play with them.  Every time they tried, she’d swat them and glare at me. 

One day I heard a knock on my screen door.  Going to the door, I looked out and saw Mama Cat staring up at me.  She quickly ran away.  Shrugging my shoulders, I went back to the kitchen.  Mama Cat knocked again.  As soon as I walked up to the door, she ran away.

“Really, now,” I said, “Ditch doorbell is not a nice game to play.  What do you want? You have food and water and I’m not giving you more milk until later.”

She ran up to the door, swatted it, and ran off again.

“What is it Lassie?  Did Timmy fall into the well?  Or maybe into the pond?” I sarcastically asked.  “Where’s Timmy?”

Smirking at the idea that Mama Cat miraculously turned into Lassie, I followed her to the corner of my patio, where there was a narrow opening between the two houses.  She stared into the dark crevice.

I bent down and looked where she was staring and saw the tip of a tiny tail.

Astounded, I said, “Wow, you really did show me where Timmy is.”

Since it was dark in there, I needed a flashlight to access the situation.  When I got up to walk back into the house, Mama Cat grabbed onto my leg and wouldn’t let it go.  “I’ll be right back, I don’t have cat eyes like yours, I need help.”

She waited at the screen door for me to return and led me back to the kitten, who I will forever refer to as Timmy.

Shedding light on the situation, I saw poor Timmy in a precarious situation.  Stuck between two walls, he couldn’t turn around.  He couldn’t go forward on the ledge unless he wanted to fall one story down and be forever stuck between the two houses. 

Talking softly, I slowly reached in and Timmy, frightened, lunged forward and almost fell headfirst to his death.  Backing my hand out, I said to Mama Cat.  “We have three options, I pull him out by his tail, I try to get him out and he falls to his death, or we leave him there until he figures out how to back out all by himself.”

Mama Cat didn’t want him falling and she, like me, didn’t have much confidence that Timmy would figure out reverse any time soon.  And, being a mama, she wanted him out NOW. 

I, again, put my hand in and grabbed his tail.  With one sharp yank, and a yowl from Timmy, I pulled him to safety.

Timmy arched his back and spat at me. 

Mama Cat smacked him across the face, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and trotted off to their corner.

Timmy never wanted to play with me after that, forever resentful that I pulled his tail.  He never did thank me, either, for having saved his life.

In time they all left my patio and new cats moved in.  Timmy is the only one I ever named.

If you have a pet story you’d love to share (it can be anything!) Then please email me your story at: littletinkable@gmail.com

Don’t forget to add a short Bio and any picture’s you’d like added to your post and you could be featured on my blog Monday or Friday!

Happy, Monday, I hope you all have a wonderful week!

Puppy Love

Today’s pet story is told by the lovely Darcy.

Darcy of Preserving My Sanity lives in Minnesota with her husband, two dogs, one cat, four chickens, and a handful of goldfish. She and her husband enjoy cooking, gardening, food preservation, fishing, hunting, and camping. When they aren’t working on their hobbies, you might find them drinking a margarita together on their porch

I was 24 years old when I got my first dog as a Christmas gift from my boyfriend, and we drove in a snowstorm to pick her up.  She was a light blonde golden retriever, and she was perfect.  She was always the sweetest girl with the biggest heart, and I learned so much from her. During a hard and scary time in my life when my relationship ended, when I wasn’t sure what was next, she was with me.

We travelled for my job together for 6 months, as nomad pals. Everything we owned was in storage except what fit in my small car, and she hung out in her crate during the day while I went to work. In the morning and at night, we walked on the beach. She was always with me.

When I bought my first home, she and I spent the first night on her dog bed since my bed hadn’t yet been moved in. She escaped from the fenced in backyard that first week, and came to the front door scratching to get let in. She missed me whenever she wasn’t touching me, and she was so soft.

Her name was Dakota, and she loved to swim. When we went to the lake or to the beach, it was nearly impossible to get her to stop swimming. When it was time to leave, she would just keep jumping back in the water, just like the children at the swimming pool who continuously beg their parents for “just five more minutes!” She also loved peanut butter, stuffed animals, tennis balls, walks, snuggles, and her beagle sister.

When I met my (now) husband, she loved him just as much as if she’d always known him, and she loved it even more when she got to come along in the boat with us.  One time we were out fishing in the inlet and he cast his line out, and she jumped right off the boat to go fetch it. We struggled to drag her big wet butt right back up into the boat, and she didn’t do that again.

She was prone to cancerous lumps, like many golden retrievers. I continued to get them checked, and removed, and she was a pro at wearing the cone of shame. When she was 10 years old, she started having trouble regulating her body temperature and she was always thirsty. We took her to the vet and they diagnosed her with liver cancer, and said she had maybe about a year or so to live. I was so devastated. She ended up living 2 more years, until ultimately her body quit functioning properly and it was time to say goodbye.

I wrote this blog post: (https://preservingmysanity.com/2018/10/01/sweet-dakota/) about how to know when it’s time to say goodbye, as it was something I struggled the most with during the 2 years I knew she was sick.  I didn’t want her to suffer, but I also wanted her with me as long as possible. In the end, the decision came in the right timing and we said good-bye to our sweet girl.  We buried her in the yard, and planted a perennial garden there.

Today, we still have her beagle sister Mattie – who is 12 years old now and just had a (non-cancerous) lump of her own removed from her chest and is doing well.  We also have a 3-year old Brittany spaniel named Bill, who is a total stooge and character and reminds me of Dakota in so many ways. He is my buddy and I love him too.

My husband and I don’t have children, and I truly don’t see a time in my future where I won’t be the momma of 2 dogs. The saddest part of being a dog mom is that they don’t live as long as we’d like them to, but I will just love them as hard as I can while they are with me, until it’s time to recycle the love.

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