Tommy
Karen came home one winter evening and told me about a dead animal on our road.
I had just gotten out of the shower, so I threw on a pair of shorts and we
jumped in the car to make certain it was dead. I saw an orange ball of fur in
the road and just as we passed it, the furball crawled a step and collapsed.
I jumped out of the car and ran over to what I could now see was an injured cat.
A semi came around the corner before I could pick up the cat so I frantically
waved my arms at the semi. Fortunately there was enough light from Karen's
headlights for the truck driver to see me and he veered around. I grabbed the
cat and we made a dash for the emergency vet. They looked shocked when this odd
guy covered with blood and only wearing shorts in freezing weather staggered in.
The husband and wife vets quickly regained their composure when they saw the
injured cat in my arms. As they checked the cat out one of the vets asked what
the cat's name was. I explained that we had just found the cat and then asked
what sex the cat was. Now you know how Tommy got his name!
A week later Tommy came home to live with us. The vets had to remove part of
Tommy's lower jaw and he will always have a small limp. Other than that, Tommy
is fine. He is very intelligent and has been helpful in acclimating the new
cats to their surroundings. Tommy has a very sweet and calm personality. Make no
mistake, though. Tommy IS alpha cat. (If you don't count Sir Francis!)
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