A lot has happened in the past few days, although they have been in the making for quite some time.
Last weekend, we adopted a new little boy. His name is Rufus. We have officially entered the world of crazy cat people and we don’t care. As was the case with all our furbabies, we didn’t plan on adopting a new kitty, but when we saw him, he stole our hearts and we knew he belonged with our family.
We have been talking about a number three for years now, since back in SF when I kept begging for a tabby named Max. Max was adopted just after my kitty Sabine passed away unexpectedly. I had always thought of us as having three furbabies, but the hubs was a bit more realistic. He finally relented and said MAYBE we could get another one IF we bought a house – a bigger place for three fuzzies.
Well, we bought a house. Continue Reading
