Pet-Peeves: Not sure that he had any, I didn't see them anyway.
Favorite Toy: Stuffed sock
Favorite Nap Spot: Under the little evergreen tree in the back yard
Favorite Food: Pepperoni- when my mom would make a pizza he would come running for blocks!
Skills: Power & Strength. Could clear a 6 foot fence with no claws.
Arrival Story: I was a kid, but as I remember my Aunt encountered some teens with two gray kittens. The kids were not being kind. My Aunt scolded them and after talking with them she determined the kitties lives were in danger. She demanded they turn them over immediately. I do not know what happened to the female, but the male was at my Aunt's house when we came to visit that summer. I fell in love with that gray ball of wonderful and my Aunt convinced my parents to let me have my first kitten. We took him home with us when we left. I'm guessing the 8 hour drive with a kid and a kitten probably wasn't that much fun for my parents!
Patience and Love: Tuffy lived indoors for the first year we had him, then my dad moved him outside due to spraying. Whenever he could be he was by my side without fail. I was his girl. He had amazing patience with children. I would put him in my bicycle basket and take him for rides--I actually think he liked it. He would hang out over the edge and swat at the wheel occasionally. He liked water and would sit on the edge of the bathtub or pool. The neighbor kid was only 4 years old and would try to carry him. Tuffy was longer than the kid so he would drag on the ground when the kid would carry him from under his armpits. He was loving to everyone. I still miss him.
First Love: I remember the moment I thought I may never love another creature in this world as much as I loved Tuffy. Of course, I would, and I would have other kitties in my life that would fill a larger and longer space...but Tuffy will always be my first kitty-love. I still think of him and miss him even though it was years and years ago. When I get sad thinking about how he was taken before he should have been, I remind myself that it may be in part because of him that Calísta has been here longer than she could have been. The love and loss I experienced with him informed my adult self and has inspired me to be the best kitty-mom possible. Someday, there will be a big party at the bridge when Calísta gets to meet him and then when I join them. Figaro and Louden are probably there having fun with him now.