Handsome Tom came to us about in the spring of ’08, a fully grown, stray tomcat.
He was unfixed, malnourished, and of the decided opinion that we were his people. At the time, we had four indoor kitties. No way my sweetie and I could take on another. We could, however, care for an unofficial outdoor kitty best we could.
Skipping a heap of backstory that I’ll revisit another time, he’s been inside since the end of October ’08. It wasn’t the easiest of transitions. He’s a strong, somewhat dopey, boy. He can be pushy, (moderately) aggressive. He’s also sweet and fiercely protective. Not long after we brought him in, one of our kitties fell ill to FIP. He curled up next to her as she slept, guarding her in her last days. He’s a huge, snuggly mush. Territorial (stray cats outside = Tom sprays inside). A hopeless hunter. Lap kitty, even when there isn’t enough lap to fit his mini-panther frame. He charms everyone he meets, from the people at the kennel to the entire staff of the vets office. HT has charisma, and he has it in spades.
As most kitties do, he loves to sit in boxes.
Still, he’s keen to help with laundry.
He can be a bit of a jerk. A handsome jerk, but still…
Sleeping beneath his kitty bed? Totally cool.
Skritches make him smile.
He spends time in contemplation. Handsomely.
I was told, anecdotally, “If you want unconditional love, find yourself a black tomcat.” Now, I love all my kitties, past and current, but there’s some truth to that. I’m so glad Handsome Tom found us, and knew that we needed him to be our boyo.