Poor Toby. He’s the sweetest cat, and very handsome, but he’s outmuscled by Romeo and Duke, who insist on getting more than their fair share of human attention. Toby has to wait for quiet moments when he can sneak over and get his share. He usually does that at night, sneaking onto the bed, somehow making it past Romeo (Mr. Jealous) and taking up a spot just up by our pillows and tucked carefully between Meda and I.

Toby is now 14 years old. I rescued him as a tiny kitten from the empty 4-acre parcel in front of our old house in Kaaawa in October 2002. Toby, a good name for an October kitten.

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