Arrival Story: Sandy showed up one night outside my bedroom window. I heard a cat meowing, looked down and there he was sitting under the lampost. I ran downstairs but he was already gone. My mother, ran out into the snow in her slippers and found him on the lawn next door, and brought him home. My father said that we really shouldn't keep him, but Sandy had other ideas.
Bio: Sandy was a bum with scarred feet, a missing fang, and what the vets told us was a homemade neutering job. He was a crank, and would attack anyone who smelled of another male cat. But when he was sweet, he was wonderful. He became my father's best pal. He was so upset when Dad went into the hospital for a week or two that he refused to come near when Dad came home. He died of heart failure brought about by a missed thyroid problem.