Not a new garage or a bigger laundry room; not a tiny little bundle of pink (or blue) but yet another cat. No we are not collecting them. Several weeks ago, Twiz disappeared and Pudge was only coming around about once a week. We have no idea what happened but of course, Britnee started paying attention to Clinton County Humane Society's website. Well, I should say paying MORE attention. She showed us cat after cat; kitten after kitten. I told her if we got another one (which I DID want before fall and mice season arrived) it had to be spayed or neutered. Tony's criteria was that it had to be a full-grown cat - a kitten wouldn't survive all the strays that roam "the neighborhood" (read: our yard!) So, much to her dismay we kept putting her off.
Finally one night, she showed me the ugliest cat that she had shared to date and then sent the picture or link to Tony's email. The next morning, I was downstairs, the kids were in school and Tony was up in his office. He hollered down, "Did you see the cat that Britnee is looking at?" "Yes," was my hasty reply, "isn't it ugly?" "UGLY?! It looks exactly like one of the best cats I ever had when I was a kid."
Do I even need to tell you that they went and picked it up either that night or the next? Before they got to the Humane Society, Tony made sure that Britnee understood if the cat was small they weren't bringing it home. They walked in and asked to see Benson. When the lady brought him out, Britnee's eyes got huge and she looked at Tony as if to say, "I don't think size will be a problem."
He is huge. (To give you an idea, Tony thinks Benson could have our friend's Pomeranian, Bitsy, for lunch. Okay, bit of exaggeration there but you get the idea...) If there's anything I hate worse than a gray tiger cat (bor-ring!) it's an over-sized cat! But I didn't get any say in this one.
Stay tuned for the rest of this story.
