Hey Tabbies! So let me remember back when I was just a scrap to tell you how I got my name Timmy.
The story starts way way back in Aught-Six. Dad was coming home from work and had just parked his car when the nice young lady who lived next door came over to ask him if he would like to adopt a kitten. Dad thought of Inky who was the old man of the house. "Oh-No! My cat is 21 years old and he would never go for that!"
They talked a bit about the three Orange Tabby kittens who she saved from under a trash bag an alley. Dad said he would ask around and let her know if any of his friends wanted a kitty.
A few days later she was out in her yard when he came home. He was curious so he walked over and asked to see me and my brofurs. I would NOT come out from under the couch. She reached in to get me and I was wiggling and squirming! I got away and said: "HISSS! HISSS! HISSS!"
The girls said: "Now Potter you stop that!"
Dad says: "What's his name?"
Girl: "Like Harry. Harry Potter"
The next day the girl ran out as soon as she saw Dad pull into his drive. She carried me over to show him. She says: "If he does not work out I will take him back, give him a try."
So I was brought into Dads house all hissy. We both sat on his bed watching each other warily. He said: "Cat-Dood that name, Potter, HAS to go! How about... Hmmm... How about Tomcat! No... How about Timothy Tomcat! That has a nice ring to it. How about it Timmy? Want to be friends?"
He reached out slowly and gave me a scritch on the head.
I said: "mew... Mew... MEOW! PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
So in one day I got a new home and a new name and never hissed at Dad ever again. We became fast friends and the rest is history.