Tommy the MAN of the house.

by Bonita
(Johannesburg)

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.