Taz came to use when we went to look for a cat at the RSPCA. He was the one who picked us. Taz looked at use with his little eyes as to say pick me please. He was 3 at this time. Taz was a lovely friendly cat, when you arrived at home he would come and fall on the ground to say hello and roll over a bit like a dog. He would sit at the gate keeping his eye out for you. If I made a drink he would meiow to say he wanted some milk. You could talk to him and he would answer. If you went to the shop around the corner Taz would come from nowhere and go with you, he would wait outside for you to come out of the shop, all you would have to do is shout Taz come on then and he was there by your side to go home. It all ended very sadly, Taz was killed in a car accident. He will be sadly missed by all are family.