This is Thomas, or Tom. He came to us when he was around a year old. He originally belonged to a neighbor who put him outside when she decided to raise pure bred cats for sale. Although Thomas had been fixed, she didn't want him around her money-makers. My son, although he was only 18 months old at that time, saw Thomas's worth and insisted as only a small child can, that we bring Tommy inside out of the cold. Thomas became family. We easily got the misguided neighbor to give him to us and he was a valued and much-loved member of our family for 18 years. He had one bad eye and was very quick to bring out his claws if displeased but in all of his years with us, he never once scratched my son. He got everyone false but not his boy. I will always miss Thomas.