Tom was a very loving cat. He was born in a bird avery. His mother had belonged to a lady who had passed away and her husband was not a cat lover being a keen budgie breeder. Tom was collected by our brother-in-law and kept at his house over night until we could collect him. While he was there my sister had opened the cat box to show her son and Tom had scratched and hissed so much that she thought he would never make a family cat. However when my youngest daughter,aged 3 son, 5, and I collected him he was as docile as can be. Our oldest daughter, who was 5 at the time, wanted to call him Jill. We had to explain that that was a girls name and he was a boy, so she came up with the name Tom. He was also called Tommy or Tomkins and even Tommouse. He loved to bring us gifts of half eatern birds and mice. When he was sat on the side and you wern't taking any notice of him he would pat you with his paw to get you to stroke him.