Back in April 2011, I had to put my cat of almost 15 years down. I didn't even pick up or pet a cat for another four years. Couldn't do it.
This June, my stepsons decided to get me a cat for Father's Day. We went to the shelter, and I have the most AWESOME cat. Taz is a monster. At seven months, he's 16 pounds, lean, and *huge*. Also, about the most chill cat I've ever seen. Pick him up, he goes almost limp. Doesn't care *what* you do, is just happy to be there.
And then there are the other two.
See, when you take two boys to the pound, and there's a pair of sibling tiny kittens... yeah.
We have three cats now.
Oy.
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