Taz
Taz made his way to our home via Canada when my stepdaughter moved to Australia. He was harassed by another cat and was losing his hair. We thought we would never make it through the border to the US, he was a sight, but the border guard flagged us through. We spent the next 7 wonderful years together. We called him "our puppy" as he acted more like a dog than a cat. He would guard the house and its occupants hiding behind the cedar to jump out every time someone came up our walk. He loved Doritos and cheddar cheese. He will forever be in our hearts. XO

