Wednesday, July 6, 2016
I think his name is Tom. He is the "greeter" at an antique shop we visited in Micanopy, Florida. The owner said Tom sleeps most of the time on a table in the middle of the aisle. Tom loves everyone.
Tom was a stray who wandered into the store one day and claimed it for himself.
It appears he never intends to leave. He's found a home.
People pet him, chuckle him under the chin, scratch his back, whisper sweet nothings in his ear and Tom takes it all in without so much as opening his eyes. I do believe I saw him grin, though.