Tabby Cat

Toodles will have been a member of our family eight years this autumn. In early October, 2012, she was an adolescent stray cat mooching breakfast in the parking lot of the Midvalley Crystal Inn. My daughter-in-law took pity on her and brought her to our house, and she’s been here ever since. We know she was a house cat before we met her, because she already knew exactly what can openers and litter boxes were about. She’s never been impressed by any of the cat toys or kitty treats we’ve offered her, but I once watched her entertain herself for nearly an hour with a toddler-proof outlet cover. She has completely shredded my rocking chair, but for the most part she leaves the other furniture alone. Generally speaking, she shuns the company of both our dogs. But every now and then I find all three of them stretched out together, sharing a sunny spot on the stairs.