Who passed away last week, bless him, reaching a grand age of 16. We first adopted Thomas from the cats protection league when I was 3 years old. I basically chosen him because he looked like a baby tiger, we felt drawn to Tom straight away. I remember picking the name Thomas after Thomas the Tank Engine, because I used to be a big fan at the time.
He was always top cat, he put all of the cats in place on our terrace. This meant that he used to get in a lot of fights. When he wasn't guarding our garden, he seemed to be incredibly happy. His favourite thing in the world was catnip, which we used to treat him too when me and my mum went on a trip to sheffield, we always had to go to a special shop in order to buy Tom a catnip mouse.
One time when Tom was young, he climbed up our tree, and broke off the branch and came crashing down with the branch. Although this was funny for me, my parents were not as impressed as he ruined the tree. Nearly 15 years later, they have recreantly decided to buy a new tree in order to replace the one in which he broke.
Since I am now 19, Thomas has been with me through life for 16 years, which is a hell of a long time. He's grown up with me, through childhood, to teenage years, to early adulthood. I feel incredibly lucky to have spent my time with such a nice cat. Although he could be moody, he was a very nice cat, and always was incredibly happy to see you.
I will not forget my Thomas, R.I.P.
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