Tommy the MAN of the house.
Tommy the Terror
I lived in a townhouse and had one cat "Peppi" already. She was born in my bed and has always been with me. We were a great team up till she was about 4yrs old. Then trouble with a capital T came along in the form of "Tommy", so named because he was a stray and i didn't know his name but did know he was a Tom cat.
He would waltz through my door whenever it was open and settle in for a sleep and munch. He was always a perfect gentlemen and Peppi really took to him so after a while i decided to allow him to move in full time and have never looked back. He has brought such joy to both Peppi and myself.
His quirky character and sense of humour keep living arrangements interesting. I once had my new boyfriend sleep over only to have him screeching for help the next morning when Tommy decided he didn't like this intruder in his bed and attacked him! The poor man was saved from deadly claws and fangs only by the duvet.
Needless to say he soon became my ex-boyfriend.
Basically what i'm saying is that i never chose Tommy he chose to live with Peppi and i and to be honest we love him dearly. I've moved a few times and he and Peppi always stay close to home.
I don't know why I chose Rocky.
by Derek Garvin
My dad took me to the shelter to choose a full grown cat. It was a dog that I had pleaded and pleaded for, but was told that I was not responsible enough to care for it.
Finally my parents agreed that I could have a cat. Somebody said not to get a kitten or a cat from a store, they said that there were hundreds of good cats in shelters and if nobody adopted them they get put to sleep. At first I was not so sure of this, did I want a cat that had been somebody else's?
My parents were sold on the idea so that was that. Well there were lots of cats at the shelter and it was up to me to pick one out. I got it in my head that I wanted a boy cat, I guess that it was some macho thing, thinking that a girl cat would be soft.
A lady from the shelter walked around with us, she open the cage of a cat I took interest in and if the cat allowed, I could hold it.
Rocky was the third cat that I held and I chose him. I don't know why. Don't get me wrong, I'm really glad I chose him, he is a super pet. He is a big cat and that may have had something to do with it, but he didn't act much different to the other two. But I did not want to look at any more cats I wanted him.
He is my almost black cat. He has a white diamond in the middle of his head, it looks cool.
I have great photo of him on my cell phone but I have lost the cable to upload it to my PC. When I can I will send in a pic. I don't know why I chose him but I'm glad that it was Rocky that I picked.