Please note: I must be adopted with my handsome buddy Tommie.

I’m not just your standard mass-produced tuxedo guy cat – absolutely not. I have the style and dignity to go with my formal attire – and a great deal of savoir faire. Think of me as a bit of a James Bond but without the women and the weapons, just the charm. Perhaps even a bit British – but not quite that formal. Do you see me in your mind?

Stop over and see me in person; I’d like that. You’ll see well-defined white rear legs and excellent white front feet. You’ll probably hear me before you see me. I greet people; I want to greet you especially because we’re going to live together – how about it? See? I ask you to pick me up, hold me, touch my super-clean fur (I keep it that way, I do). Listen to my basso purring. Am I the purrfect cat for you? I am!

I shall now get out my violin and tell my tale: I was left on the doorstep here at Feline Rescue, along with Tommie over there. We might be brothers; we might not. We do rather look alike. Can you imagine? Left all alone in a parking lot in front of a door. We didn’t know where we were nor why. We were both quite relieved when cat-loving people showed up, took us inside, and gave us food. Are you getting teary-eyed? Are you ready to offer these cat-loving people $100 and take me to your safe, sound home? I carefully wash my feet and face for you. James Bond alias Timmie at your service, please!

PS: I currently reside at THE SHELTER (not in foster care). If you can't stop in but would like to know more about me, please call 651-642-5900, ext.3. Thanks!