Hi,  I'm Tucson, a Comeback Kitty.    Yoo can call me "Toos."  

I have plush gray tuxedo furs, wite shoez, an pink an gray spotty feets.  I have my own special way of sittin', too.  See my right back paw peekin out there?

About 5 yeerz ago, I wuz dumped an homeless, an found my way to the JMCC.  Then I graduated to wut I thought wuz my OneTrooHome.  Then I got dumped *again* an ended up back on the street, an then in the county jail.  Some chip fing between my shoulderz got me back at the JMCC.  Whew, just in time, cuz they wuz gonna *kill* me in that jail.   For no reason at all.  Yoo can reed my full story by clicking here.     

This is me after I got bailed outta jail, after 2 weeks in the JMCC hospital.  I wuz still feelin kinda under the weather.

Below's a pikcher of my noo cell.  It's a whole lot bedder than the one in the jailplace.  I got a room heeter an a heetid catbed, wall to wall carpet, all the fud an water I want, litterbox service, a condo, a smurgle chair an lamp, a window, an lots of beds an toyz.  Still, a cell's a cell, an I get lonely.  I need a ramp to get up on my shelf cuz I can't jump so gud.  Bad knee from an old injury.  Guess that makes me damaged goods.  Sigh.....

 

Well okay, I guess you're wonderin' how come I didn't get to stay at da JMCC da first time around.  All I did wuz say I wantid to have a hoomin all to myownself.  Why shud I hafta share wif uther cats or dogs or ennyone else?  So back wen I first arrived at da JMCC, I tried to explane to the other cats that they all needed to go away.  Next fing I noo, I wuz in locked up in the "tower" waitin for somebody to adopt me.  Is it too much to ask, to have my furry own hoomin?

I love to smurgle.  I like to get in a hoomin's lap an stuff my face into an elbow or somefing else soft an warm like a fluffy tummy, an then I purrpurrpurr an kneadkneadknead.  Momma Jo an Momma Beff call it me having a "bott" cuz I remind them of a newborn kitten, except there's no milk. I look forward to my bott effury day.  It's so cozy.

I love to danse, too.  Sometimes Momma Jo or Momma Beff will pick me up an danse danse danse me around da floor, an I just ride along an purrpurrpurr. 

I'm a gud boy, despite my checkered background.  I use my litterbox an my scratching posts an give myself regular baffs.  I even let the hoomins clip my clawz an give me medicine if I need it, an I wuz a model kitty at TED's wen I wuz sick. 

I am a top-notch hunter too.  I get to run around the whole garage wen nobody's comin an goin throo da doors; and since I'ze been back at da JMCC, I'ze caught five mousies anna rat.  No rodent dares come around wen I'ze on da job.

Yoo can read more stories an see more pikchers of me by clicking on the links below. Don't forget to check out my music too by clicking on Toos' Toonz.