My name is Mr. Tahoe, but you can call me Tahoe. I live with my mom, Jamie, and a really bratty cat named Fergie in Phoenix, Arizona. Mom adopted me 11-1/2 years ago, when I was one year old, from a no-kill shelter. She had adopted a yorkie named Benji a few months before, but it turned out he was very, very sick and passed away. Even though she only had him a few months she was very upset that she couldn't do more for him. The shelter offered to replace him and even let her come in before opening hours to have a look around. All of the dogs were barking loudly "Take me! Take me!", but I just sat there, smiling at her, not making a sound. Mom says it was my silence that made her notice me. After a test "run" with a cat (to make sure I get along with the furry bags of mischief) mom declared that I was the one! I lived happily with my "sister", Pavlo, for 8 years, until she passed away at 17 years old. I was so distraught at losing the only cat I ever loved that Mom decided to adopt a kitten much sooner than she expected to, and that's how we ended up with the brat cat, Fergie. I have done a lot of work the past 3 years trying to teach her to play nice, most importantly I have trained her not to come anywhere near my food! Mom constantly tells me what a good boy I am because I'm so tolerant of the little monster.