Its been two years since Tom had to go, and I have been reluctant to get another kitty since the Missy disaster, but I still kept visiting various shelters etc and lo and behold, this little fellow was waiting for me. Its like he knew. He has a very similar personality to Tom, to the point where I sometimes lapse and call him Tom. He doesnt care. He’s equally happy with Toby, Tom, or hey you. He’s a year old, or thereabouts, so sadly, I’ll likely drop off the perch before he does, but he’s quite happily taken over the house, the yard, and me.