Arrival Story: He and his brother Allison belonged to a neighbor of ours. She would often go out of town and leave the cats to fend for themselves. Often we would come home late at night and the cats would be outside in the wet and cold. We slowly befriended them. They weren't sure at first, but when they figured out we supplied food regularly and a warm dry place to sleep at night they soon adopted us.
Bio: 1992-1994 Winston was the big brother. He always defended Allison from the other cats in the neighborhood. He loved to play fight with me. I would sit on the porch and put my hands in a boxers stance and he would stand on his back feet and batt at my hands. He loved to hide under the recliner, so when you sat down he would grab your ankles. I didn't have air conditioning in my car so when I came home he would run and jump through the window of the car and into my lap to greet me. Winston got sick one day, we suspect FIV, I made an appointment for the vet the next day, but before I could take him in he disappeared. I believe he went away because he knew he was going to die and didn't want us to see him. He is the reason I no longer allow my cats outside.