Tuxedo Mask, wearing his white bib and white tipped toes, as usual.

Tuxedo Mask is a handsome black and white tom. He is an oddly neurotic cat, and that is saying a great deal considering that cats tend to be a bit flighty.  He is one of a litter of seven kittens who came to live at my house as I was moving into it. He has a near look-alike sister, Diamond Blaze of Joy, and five classic tabby striped sibs, Geisha, Witta Toes, Big’uns, Spotty Wildcat and Brindle. I had not planned to keep all of them, but somehow they moved into my life and stayed.

Tuxedo went to my daughter’s house for two weeks, where we had hoped he would make a new home. He hid under the bed and stopped eating. After I retrieved him, he tended to hide a lot. He was no longer acceptable to his litter mates and had to have his own room for his safety. He is still the favorite trouncing target for my marmalade tom, William the Conqueror. After the tree fell, and they were all boarded out over that dreadful winter, he seems to have come out of his shell. He has gained some weight, and is both cuddly and playful.

“I’m cute and cuddly. Tickle my tummy so I can grab your hand.”