Eight years ago our beloved cat Shadow was very ill and had to leave us. Hubs did not want another cat as he was understandably grieving. A week or two later, our vet called. "Come down here! Right now!" (We don't live far away.)
She had a little ball of grey fluff in a holding cage, meowing away. Cutest thing ever. I shoulda known the vet was snookering us into another cat. I took him home and he mouthed off the whole way. Doc said "if hubs isn't ready, you can bring him right back, I saved him for you from the litter because I thought he was the coolest and had the most personality."
Well, maybe that was schmoozing, and maybe not, but K.C. (hub's great name, obviously short for "Kitty Cat") has been my pal ever since.
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