Tobias is a very fancy name for a very simple cat. Toby enjoyed the little pleasures in life. Mainly making a litter of kittens with his chick, Kylie, and eating food. He was a healthy cat too, and had the strangest voice. We assume simply because of his Siamese background that he enjoyed yowling for yowlings sake.

My big boy was a terror to the other cats, constantly chasing them, or incessantly licking them in his overzealous affection. He loved to flop himself down next to you while you sleep and lick himself noisily, until you woke up, then he'd see that you were awake and immediately demand affection...

Toby earned the nickname Tuber very early in life. He wasn't a smart cat. In fact, he was very stupid. Stupid in a painfully innocent way. He showed flashes of brilliance though...he was the first to learn how to go up and down the ladder on the bunk beds.

At his peak, Toby was twenty two pounds of kitty muscle. He'd go limp in your arms, close his eyes and knead air.

He was put to sleep following complications relating to diabetes in May of 2003. He was eight years old, and survived by his girl, Kylie, and his two offspring, Nicole and Garfield.

I still miss him.