Tater was a discard. A Cadillac SUV pulled up on the frontage road to the State Highway, and tossed a 5-year-old, declawed, Marmalade Tabby cat out, and left. A maid at a local hotel saw, and rescued him and took him to our no-kill shelter. They named him Tater Tot because of his markings. An elderly lady needed a companion, and the shelter brought Tater to her assisted living home. They were very happy together; he was a spoiled prince there. But she was elderly, and passed away 3 years later. So he was to be returned to the shelter for re-homing. We knew the family and were aware of the situation. We offered to foster him; he was 8 now, and could be hard to place. My elderly mom was living with us, and our cat, who was a feral rescue, was not the companion she had hoped for. Tater made himself at home, and the 2 cats signed a mostly non-aggression pact. 5 years later, we accept that we are "failed fosters" and the antics of this boy will keep us amused for the rest of his/our lives.

Sz
BELLEVUE, WA