Tucker

Tucker showed up in my front hedges on a very cold winter night in 1996. I provided shelter, food and warmth for her but she took off down the road on Christmas Day 1996, so all in all I only had her for about 3 weeks. On April 26, 1997 she came walking back up the driveway and has been with me ever since. I have absolutely no idea where she went for those 4 months but where ever it was, she obviously did not like it and decided I provided for her better. She is approximately 17 years old and was obviously abused by whoever had her before me as she has a scar the size of a quarter on the back of her neck where it looks like someone tried to burn her. She is very, very fiesty for her age and is a very grumpy old lady, but I guess if you were that old you might tend to be grumpy too. For an old woman who has been on the streets for probally most of her life, she has the softest, most plush fur of any kitty I know. I hope to have many, many more years with her.

P.S. She is a big Daddy's girl. She sleeps on his chair and ottoman, and loves to be with her daddy.

Tucker....