John found Tom, over 18 years ago, abandoned in front of his house in Frederick, Maryland. He was with a group of his brothers, all orange tabbies. Tom had a kink in the tip of his tail, so he was chosen to stay, while all the others found different homes. Tom is older than dirt and acts it! He knows he is the patriarch of the family and expects the respect that comes with it. Over 5 years ago, Tom was the only kitty left in John's family and he ended up getting a 'cute little gray kitty' to keep Tom company. Enter Her Royal Highness, Maggie May. Maggie is Tom's best buddy and sleeping partner.
Tom is a very sweet boy and his meowmies chief boob warmer. He likes to rest his old head in soft places (and who am I to argue?). He has a heating pad and an electric blanket, but he seems to prefer boobs over all. Heck, I would probably have a lot more chest colds if it wasn't for Tom--he is just looking out for my health after all!
Tom is now in the middle stages of kidney failure. I have found a wonderful support group (see links and lynx) that has been a blessing to us both. Tom has lived 18 wonderful years, and I hope he lives many more, I just hate to think of one of my babies leaving me. Right now he is telling me it is time for bed, it is hard to lay on boobs while they are upright...sigh...yes Tom Cat it's bedtime...goodnight...
