Name: Sir Toffles

Alias: Toffy

Gender: Male

Height: 15"

Weight: 10 lbs.

Species: Feline, Domestic Cat

Breed(s): Orange Tabby

Birthday: Sometime in 2004

Age: Three Years

How Animal was Obtained: Toffy's story was a rather odd one. I didn't plan on getting another cat, much less a tomcat, even though I'd always wanted an orange tabby all of my life..ever since my first cat, "Kittles", a gray tabby kitten died.
One day, not /too/ long after adopting Shadey from the pound, our neighbors moved away, taking their female Maine Coon who had just had kittens, and leaving the one they kept; a little Orange Tabby mix.
With no one to take care of him, and being only about four months old, he roamed the neighborhood, hungry and cold.

My dad saw him loafering around the streets, looking in pretty bad shape, but he was much too people-shy to come near him.
Eventually, he decided to follow my mom's cat in the Doggy Door, eat all of her soft/wet/canned gourmet cat food, then go to sleep on my bed. I found him there, curled up as just a little kitten. Of course, it was odd, to get ready to plop into bed and land on some foreign cat, but we've been the best of buddies ever since mom said, "Well, you can't just let the poor thing starve to death on the streets!". ^^


Notes: Toffles is my miracle-boy. Of course, I thought he was a girl for half a year until I took him to the vet to get him microchipped so I would never be able to have him stolen from me; but that's all in the past. He's got so much more character as a little boy, and he loves to strut his stuff around the house.

The cat's like, immortal, though. He's been shot in the hip by my stupid neighbor's kids with a BB or pellet gun, hit by a car, and even gotten in several cat fights; but he's always managed to pull through for me; even though sometimes he has to wear a big plastic cone on his head and stay kept prisoner in my room for a week or so, so his wound doesn't get licked, chewed or infected...

Thing is, I love that cat. I'd truly do anything for him, and even though I've never particularly liked cats in general, he's my baby; and he knows it...
There's only one thing he loves as much as me, and that would be Spike, his little adopted Gray Tabby brother. ^^
It's almost like he feels responsible for him, and he even looks out for him. As a kitten, Toffles would protect Spike, but now, they've switched roles.
Spike plays watchdog to his older, larger brother, and often attacks other animals -- especially cats -- who intend on harming him.

I've seen Spike chase Emerald around the house countless times when she randomly uses Toffles as a scratching post, and now Spike's new thing is to protect our neighbor's cat, seeing as the fools had her declawed so she wouldn't harm their new baby or their precious wallpaper, then threw her out of their house for her to roam around the neighborhood, completely defenseless other than her ability to bite; unable to claw or climb very well.

They recently recieved two new little sisters that I rescued, and although Spike's not abnormally fond of them, Toffles has proclaimed himself "Mister Mom" and has taken over the chores of grooming and entertaining them.