Nothing quite like a everything bagel with scallion and chive cream cheese and a cup of cream earl gray tea with the Sunday paper. Thomas, my red tabby, loves to lay on the table with me while I eat breakfast (only breakfast, no other meal) and watch me read the paper helping me turn pages with his paw. Thomas was adopted on 2/26/10 from an animal rescue group. He and his brother had been found as kittens in a storm drain during a rain storm and had been at the shelter for 7 months. I needed to get a playmate for Charlie so he would not continue to wake me up at 2am to play so I wanted to adopt a cat that was not quite a year old and had gone to the vet's office to see another cat. I quickly realized that cat would not work out so the vet tech said there was another cat, who was about 9 months old, who came to the shelter with his brother and his brother was being adopted the next day. She brought the cat out (they had named him Kyle) and he was so playful and since her was used to playing with his brother, I chose to adopt him. I renamed him Thomas (after my sister-in-law's cat she had when she and my brother were dating) and brought him home that Friday. After a tense night by Saturday afternoon they had bonded and have become brothers in the truest sense. And no more 2am wake up calls. Now I get 3am wake up calls because they want to eat.
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