T.C.
Sunday, March 16th, 2008Location: Beaufort, South Carolina, USA
My husband found T.C. being dragged across our front yard by his mother. She was taking him away from his siblings because he was the “runt” and was sick. His paw pads and gums were white and he could do nothing but breathe and poo. My husband brought him in and sat him on the floor, he looked at our dog, took a swat at her and fell over. My husband named him T.C. for “Tough Cat” He only weighed 14 ounces and the vet wouldn’t even draw blood for tests because he said the baby needed every drop he had. He is now a huge orange Tom. T.C. stands for lots of things now - Tom Cat, Too Cute, and my favorite, “Totally Corrupt”