Acquired: Pet store
Posted Apr 23, 2013
From the time I saw him frolicking with another kitten in the pet store kennel, I knew I had to have him.
Sandy was the sweetest, funniest tabby cat anyone could own, and I swore he thought he was human. He would steal human food (con), drink from the toilet (con), cuddle up with you at night (pro), and guard the house like a dog - which would be a pro except every sound outside he would snarl at, at all hours.
He was an expert mouser, even without claws. And when a new cat was introduced into the house, he did his best to make her feel welcome (although sharing his bed was NOT an option and that was made crystal clear).
Sandy lived to the ripe old age of 15, which really isn't that old for a cat and I still think about him often. Had he not been an 'outdoor' cat, he probably wouldn't have picked that fight with the local cat-scrapper (very territorial), and gotten that abscess in his leg which led to painful arthritis later on.
He ate well, slept well, and mostly, loved well. He was worth every weeks worth of cat-hair vacuuming and slight allergies we grew to develop over the years.
He was just part of the family.