Lessons from Tom
There's a saying that goes, "Everything I needed to learn about life, I learned from my cat." I always thought whoever said that was exaggerating.
I first met Tom in 1998. His was a healthy, furry, ginger-coloured, cross-persian, 8kg cat. I always said to Tom's owner that he behaved like a dog. I too have a cat who is her own cat. She does what she wants, like most cats do, but Tom was different. He always wanted to be near people. He'd play fetch, chase a ball, eat table scraps, and get sick when his owner was away. The latter, of course, was not favourable.
I first met Tom in 1998. His was a healthy, furry, ginger-coloured, cross-persian, 8kg cat. I always said to Tom's owner that he behaved like a dog. I too have a cat who is her own cat. She does what she wants, like most cats do, but Tom was different. He always wanted to be near people. He'd play fetch, chase a ball, eat table scraps, and get sick when his owner was away. The latter, of course, was not favourable.
Tom with his brother Jerry (black collar) in 1992.