08/22/2025
Two years ago, Tom was delivered to my front door in a tiny cardboard box, covered in his own 💩.
He had a little crusty nose, and his ears were full of black goop, and he had fear in his eyes.
He came to me after I had received a text message, from my then girlfriend, that said, “hey, can you take on one more kitten, my friends have him in a box at their work… they found him in their neighborhood and … it looks like… his Mom and siblings were ‘gotten’ by a coyote.”
I texted back, “please have them bring him to me.”
….
And so little Thomas arrived into our life…
… a complete shambles of a little orange fluffball…
I don’t think I’ve ever had an “instantaneous foster fail” ever before in my whole life, but that’s exactly what happened when I heard him muster his first tiny “squee-eek?”
From day 1 he became the 5th member of our little tribe.
From day 1 he gave us courage that if he can start over, so can we.
He was the lone survivor of something horrible.
He was “The Little Kitten, That Could.”
And that’s how little Tom Sawyer…
… because Tom Sawyer Jones.
❤️🐾