Thomas Cole Myron Kukui Nut Magnum

Apparently, God and the universe thought we needed another cat. It turns out that the cat needed us, desperately.

It happened again. My boyfriend spotted a dark figure peeking out from the bushes and hedges outside our apartment. It was nighttime so he only saw glowing eyes. A huge black cat emerged like Magnum, P.I. hiding behind palm trees, lying in wait for the bad guy, steel guitar playing in the background….the whole enchilada (ahem, pupu platter!) I later saw this mystery cat come over to eat at the Crazy Cat Cafe patio. He was friendly and very healthy, like he wasn’t hurting for food. He wasn’t fat, just husky. Once I was able to trap him to get him scanned for a microchip and overall checked out (thank GOD, he was already neutered), we found out he once had an owner who gave him to another owner (WHO THEN GAVE HIM TO ANOTHER ONE!) However, nobody updated his microchip registration, so his original owner was still on it. The only information was the name “Thomas.” Was that the owner’s first or last name? No address or phone number. Then we learned the cat’s name was “Cole.” Since we reached a dead end, already spent money on vet bills and we and the cats had bonded with him, we officially adopted him by updating his microchip. We honored the two names from his microchip history, but he’s Thomas for short. Luckily he gets along with Tiki and Beaker aside from the occasional hiss from Tiki and sibling play-fighting with Beaker. He’ll drape his 14 lb. body on our chests and cuddle up on our pillows nuzzling our heads (and chewing my hair). He has the sweetest meow, brings his mouse toys to us or plops them in the water bowls, runs around the house like a black lab puppy on steroids and loves getting combed with a hairpick. He’s built like a tank and sweet as pie. How the hell can anyone let this guy slip out of their hands so many times? EFF ‘EM! THEIR LOSS.