For Mom’s birthday in 2016, she adopted a two-year-old kitty who, with her sister, had found themselves without a home and on display at the vet’s office. I came with the name “Tortie,” to which Mom added “Toes.” Mom thought “Tortie Toes” sounded pretty cute, and she loves alliteration.
I can be loving toward Mom…for a little while. When I reach the limit of my tolerance (suddenly), I will nip. I am pretty much a loner and a “tree dweller,” sleeping on top of tall cabinets or out-of-sight locations. I love heat; Mom gets a little annoyed when I sleep on her router and knock the handset off the telephone.