She just does. Fake Tom is her BFF.
I am pretty sure it’s because for 7 months, REAL Tom laid on top of her and kept her warm (er).
But when she came out into the real world, Tom looks at here with these
big SCARED eyes…like she’s a Rottweiler and he his her next meal. Not to say that she wouldn’t try to lick or eat the cat, because she totally would.
So we birthed fake Tom to take his place.
And he’s sort of a dead ringer for the real Tom right?!
So here we have it folks, our lovey. I’ve already bought a back up fake Tom just incase something tragic were to happen to our first one!
I hope everyone is snuggling with their own version of fake Tom tonight!