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Tom Tom
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Thirteen years oldd
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| Gender: |
Male
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Tabby
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| Home: |
Dover, Florida, USA
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I have had about a dozen cats in my 82 years and my Tom Tom is the most lovable and well behaved I have ever had. He answers to the name Tom Tom, and I will let him tell you his story.
Hi. My name is Tom Tom and live in Florida with an old man I love dearly. I was about six months old when I wandered into his backyard after being abandoned and was trying to eat something-don't know what it was- and he opened the door and asked me to come in. I didn't do that since I thought he was going to kill me for sure.
The next day he put some food out on the patio and I cautiously ate always watching with my one good eye if that old man was going to strike me dead. After two weeks I allowed him to touch me and a little later allowed him to pick me up.
I have owned him for 13 years now and he has treated me like a king. I consider his lap to be the best bed on the planet and he allows me that privilege. I am quite old now at 13 and have lost most of my teeth and have the kidney problems that many of us old guys encounter but I still get around quite well. The one thing I don't understand why he puts me in jail and takes me to that place where they stick me with needles, insert something into me and give me a bath which is worse than death I think. I don't know what they do, but the next thing I know is I am waking up and my teeth have been cleaned - the ones I have left. The old man puts me back in the jail and takes me home and after staggering around a while-and I don't know why-I am good as new. Other than that, life is good here.
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