Tomcats are great! The females I’ve had over the years are just deviant crabby sly little bitches… got one now, but the lovers are Tom’s.
OK you asked for a Tomcat story, and seeing as how you live in an apartment, this may apply to you (if there is a swimming pool).
Fresh out of HS in my first apartment, I used to have a Silver Persian Tom that went with me everywhere. My friends and I would sneak into the pool after hours and light it up. Sly (the Tom), loved hanging out with the gang, so of course he was there with us. Well, one night a bird flew into the swimming pool and couldn’t get out of the water. He flapped and flapped his wings to no avail. He was stuck in the deep end.
We were all trying to figure a way to get the bird to safety without going swimming. We were just there to party, and that’s all. As we attempted to shovel the bird out of the water with the skimmer net, Sly decides to jump out onto the end of the pole. He’s hanging on for dear life but unfortunately his bottom half is now underwater.
What to do? So we skimmed up the bird in the net, with Sly hanging on less than a foot away from it, still half underwater. Got them both to safety and obviously set them apart from one another. Setting the bird off into the brush, we noticed something odd about Sly. The chlorine in the pool had tinted his fur pink. No lie, from the middle of his body down to the end of his tail, he was now bright pink in color. He stayed like that, half silver, half pink, until the day he died.