T.O.C.C. 14 years
DLH, Tortishell
Belmont Avenue Veterinary Hospital, WA

'Smell the flowers while you can..'

Job title

Receptionist/Supervisor

My day-to-day task list

In between naps, I walk around the hospital, getting pats and cuddles, and making sure everything is running smoothly. I spend a lot of time on the front desk, greeting clients. I also help out with puppy classes - since I was a kitten, the puppies get to meet me up close (I tolerate this job, but it's so gross when the pups lick me, and my face is covered with dog germs! Ew ew ew!!) My other job is keeping the other younger clinic cat, Brian, in line.

My favourite things

My favourite things are sleeping, getting attention, and playing hide-and-seek. I'm very good at that game! I'll sneak into open cupboards or drawers while no-one is looking, then I scratch at the door. The staff have to figure out where the noise is coming from, so they can find me and let me out. Unfortunately, on occasion - as I can't tell the staff I've started a game - I have been accidently locked in cupboards overnight!

My naughtiest habit

When I was much younger, I used to use the consult room basin as a toilet (personally, I think that was quite clever of me - not so much naughty!) but the staff made me stick to just the litter tray, again. These days, I'm perfectly well behaved.....oh, if you don't count the odd furball on the staffroom couch....or sitting on paperwork, or in front of the computer when people are using it....

What do my clients think of me?

I think my clients look forward to seeing me each time they come in, so I try to spend as much time in reception as possible. If I'm not there, I'm told they always ask where I am. I get a lot of compliments on my beautiful fur. I guess I must be very cute and irresistable, as I've even been patted by people who don't really like cats, and also by people who are allergic to me!

Other things you should know about me

I was found in the cavity of a wall, all by myself, and brought to Belmont Ave Vet - who already had an old cat called C.C. (for Clinic Cat).  I was so tiny, I could fit in the palm of your hand.  The nurses looked after me and, naturally, became very attached to me, so they decided to have another cat at the vet.  They named me T.O.C.C. (for The Other Clinic Cat!). Everyone just calls me Tocc, though.  C.C. is sadly no longer with us, and I now live with a cheeky young cat called Brian.  He's okay, but I prefer to avoid him (he talks too much!). 

I've had a great life, but I have recently been diagnosed with cancer.  I'm hoping to make it to my 15th birthday in August, as I would like a big party.  It would be nice to win an award, too!!  I'm still being well looked after and spoilt rotten, and am enjoying each day, while I still can.