Purrrrrrrrr

This is my cat, Toby, and I love him. You have no idea how much I love him. I almost consider him my firstborn. We decided to get a cat for my 29th birthday so one day after work we headed to the MSPCA. I was looking for a small, fun kitty that would jump around after little toy mice but Scott saw this little white kitten relaxing in his cage without a care in the world. There was some sort of connection between them because Scott was adamant that this little cat was the one we were supposed to adopt. He was right. We've had Toby for over seven years now (I'll save you the math, I'm 36) and he has been such an unbelieveable joy.

As a tiny little kitty he was so playful and wanting for attention. The first full day we had him he set up camp on my lap and was there to stay. If he hadn't gotten up when he did I would have peed my pants because there was no way I was making that furry little bundle of love leave my lap when he wasn't ready. Even today if one of us is graced with his presence on our lap, said person will proclaim to the other "I Win".

He is just the sweetest and most personable cat

I have ever met and most people who come into

my home say the same. If you have a hand to offer him he will be your best friend. When he sleeps he sometimes curls a paw over his nose and I am overcome with the warm fuzzies. You'll have to fogive me for gushing but if you spent a little time with him you would gush too.