Toffee (or more formally, Toffee von Raughtenpaught) came home with us from the Animal Rescue League one year ago today. We'll open a tin of sardines and have a little party for him tomorrow, when we're back home.
Finally I can stop worrying that whoever had him in Dorchester will change his/her mind and take him back — on his adoption agreement, it says his original owner has the right to reclaim him for a full year. They told us this almost never happens with stray kittens, but I still worried.* After all, who in their right mind would give up Toffeepot?
So he's a little... destructive. So he was expensive in terms of emergency vet services for a while there. So what? If you stroke his back for two seconds, his huge, heavy tail pops straight up because you've made him happy. If you keep petting him, he'll flop around in such bliss that he'll roll right off the bookcase or table if you aren't careful. He's such a catty sort of cat. And he's gorgeous, too.
Here's a photo from the night we got him from the shelter, as he napped in my husband's lap. We thought he was a quiet little angel. The shelter staff said he was, in fact, a "little devil" but we saw no supporting evidence:
Toffee looking winsome at the shelter
We found out the truth soon enough, but by then it was too late. We were in love. Speaking of little devils, do any of you have ideas about how to decorate a Christmas tree so it's indestructible? I have hundreds of glass ornaments that will probably not see active duty this year unless I wrap our tree in barbed wire after it's decorated, as one helpful friend suggested.
This is what I'm up against:
They were small and inexperienced last year.
This year, they are bigger, smarter, and fearless.
Oh, well. I'll figure out something. In the meantime, more baby photos:
* Our vet tried to ease my fears early on, telling me she'd disguise him with magic markers if this ever happened. I appreciated the offer but continued to worry.