Acquired: Other (stray, given cat by friend etc.)
Chisholm, Minnesota, United States
Posted May 06, 2015
We adopted Boots from an acquaintance who had basically “let him go” to roam the small town neighborhood in which we lived. I would see Boots each morning, sitting near their house, waiting for a family that didn’t want him anymore, until I couldn’t take it anymore and asked if we could have him.
Boots, as probably many tuxedo cats are, was named for his perfect white paws or “boots”. Tuxedo cats are short-haired cats, black with white markings. Our Boots was a perfect tuxedo cat, as his markings were exactly symmetrical on each side. He was an extremely strong, healthy cat who never needed extra veterinary care.
At the time we adopted him, we also had another American shorthaired cat. After an initial fight or two (or several), the cats got along very well. Boots was an excellent mouser (we lived in an old farmhouse and often had mice in the fall), and though it wasn’t pleasant to find them in the morning, it was his natural instinct. Each spring-time, Boots wanted to go outside and run as he had earlier in his life, but for most of the year, he was very content being an inside cat.
Lastly, he will always be remembered by our family as the cat who learned to use the actual toilet. Without teaching him, without putting anything special on the toilet, one day, when he was about 5 years old, Boots just jumped up to it, and started using it. From that day on, though he would still occasionally use his litter box, he mostly used the actual, human toilet!
Boots lived until the age of 16, and he is missed greatly.