A little about Toulouse and Passpartout in their owner’s own words:
“Toulouse – I lovingly call “my husband.” He is a strong, gorgeous cat with stunning eyes. He is a brown tabby with a white stripe down his nose, a white patch on his chest, and white feet. I got him when he was 8 weeks old, and on Aug 15th he will be 19 years old.
As for personality, I always point out that the Broadway show, “Cats” (or the book it was based on) does an amazing job at describing cat personalities. In Toulouse’s case, when he was younger, he was Mister Mistopheles – the magical cat who could do anything. He is, by far, the smartest cat I have ever known. He can turn on and off lights, flush toilets, open all types of cabinets and doors (including those with round doorknobs). He tries to open the fridge and the microwave (thank goodness he is not strong enough). We use to joke, if anything happened to us, Toulouse would feed himself and everyone else too. When he was younger, one of his favorite games was playing fetch. Now that he has gotten older, he can no longer do it (arthritis). So, now I would say is character is less like Mister Misopheles and more like Old Deuteronomy (the old respected cat). I currently have 9 cats, and all of them love and respect him. He is the only cat that gets allo-groomed by everyone else in the house. If he comes up to a plate, they all step back for him, and they all let him have first taste of any treats. I know the younger ones can easily overtake him as he ages, but they don’t. They all seem to love and take care of him.
As I mentioned, I have had Toulouse for almost 19 years. That means I have now lived with him longer than any human being, including my parents. That is why I lovingly refer to him as “my husband.” Living with anyone that long – you know and can predict every movement, every thought, every nuance of his personality (and he does the same to me too)! If I had a bad day at work, he will climb on my lap and head butt me until I cuddle him. If I feel under the weather, he will not leave my side (just like I am by his side). My other pets show caring and affection, but he goes a step above. He predicts my every thought and move.
For example, if I want him to climb on my lap, or he wants me to pet him – all we have to do is look at each other, or call out to each other. We know each other that well. That said, one of my favorite, most endearing traits of Toulouse is he loves to bring me straws. I don’t know why straws (perhaps since we sip from a straw, he thinks I’m kissing it, or it provides some type of affection). I don’t know what it is, but it has become an important aspect of our relationship. The funny thing is, I don’t have a lot of straws in the house, but I discovered he stores them and brings them out as needed. It is a big production for him. He starts at one end of the house, yeowling. The minute he does it, I know he wants to bring me a straw, so I call his name, and he slowly saunters the whole length of the house yowling and howling (while carrying the straw in his mouth). When he finally gets to me, he drops the straw at my feet as if he is presenting it, “May I present to you, my gift…the straw.” Giving these straws are very important to him. Sometimes I will come home from work, and he will have one on the couch where I sit. My favorite memory is from a few years ago. I got really sick and dehydrated, so a friend of mine took me to the hospital for fluids. When I came home, there were two straws laying on the center of my bedroom pillow. When I prepared for bed that night, I went to place the straws on my nightstand, but accidentally dropped them on the floor. Before I had a chance to bend down to pick them up, Toulouse swooped in, grabbed the straws and ran out of the room with them (that is when I learned that he was storing them for later use). The next day, when I called my mom and told her the story, she replied to me, “your dad never gave me anything when I got sick.” That is when we realized that Toulouse is a very good, loving husband. 😉
Passpartout is a big, handsome, black and white cat with medium length hair. The best way to describe Passpartout is, he IS HIS NAME. “Passpartout” was the gentleman’s gentleman character in the book, “Around the World in 80 Days.” He is the type of cat who always stays a little to the side of the action. He observes everything from a distance. He is a very gentle cat. He is quiet; he is reserved. He is not the type of cat who wants to be carried around, but he likes to sit next to you and be petted. If another cat or dog comes along, he will politely move on and wait until the next time you are available. He is one of the sweetest cats I’ve have had, and that is why I decided I would kind of like him in the picture too. Perhaps not as the center of attention, but just there watching, observing, and just waiting for that time he could be of service.”