Tater.

A former street cat who discovered the comforts of indoor life.

I’m Tater. That’s Tater, like Mater. I’m what you would call a retired trash cat, but in a good way, let me explain. I was wandering the streets & hitchin’ rides across town & I may have ended up a bit lost. Well, one October evening I saw a bright light coming towards me and thought “this is it” but luckily it was just a Jeep & come to find out, that would be the start of my luxurious inside life. It took a bit of getting used to living at Nine Lives, I’m such a softy but I couldn’t let the crew in the lounge know that. I had an image to uphold. Well, after months of pretending I was that old man that doesn’t like kids in their yard, I started to show the crew how sweet I really was & they couldn’t believe it! I love the Lounge life and being spoiled with food all the time & the best part. It’s brought to me; I don’t have to go hunt for it! When I arrived at Nine Lives my name was chosen, well, I really don’t know how but come to find out, it fits me because I sure do LOVE TATERS, that includes mashed taters, baked tater, tater chips & those French tater fries! The picture? Yeah, unfortunately I looked so rough I had to get this ridiculous hair cut but they tell me we are trying to “grow” it out but, I just really hate grooming so we will see how that goes.