R.I.P. Perfect Tommy
Lamont loved to play fetch, chase the cat dancer, eat and sit in Nadya’s lap. He chewed on books and defended us from his mortal enemy: string in all its forms.
He loved Nadya best.
He was so beautiful that a friend tried to buy him from us outright. He was so elegant and well mannered that we called him Perfect Tommy.
Goodbye, sweet prince. We’ll miss you so very much.
