by Megan Wass
I was given my Ragdoll by my 17 year old sister. One of her friends had brought him home and could not keep him.
My son was about a month old and Toki was so tiny he couln't have been more than 10 weeks old. He was so adorable I couldn't turn him away if I had to.
Once he warmed up to us he was the most playful thing you could imagine. We used a squirt gun and a stern no to teach him that Tommy was not a play thing and then we all got along just fine.
Now he's about one and a half years old and is a wonderful cat. He comes to his name and stops dead in his tracks if you tell him no. I couldn't imagine our family without him!