My friends lifted in Kansas City. A neighbor was tired of a stray
kitty hanging around. He doused the kitty with turpentine and shooed him away. The kitty came to them. M, the husband, had never been a cat
person. But they named him Tom. He immediately adopted them, and
quickly won over M. When they went on walks he would run to walk
with them, speaking many cat language sounds. Once when he was
stuck up a tree, M climbed up at risk to himself to rescue Tom. After
many years Tom left his body, taking a piece of their hearts with him.