There were many reasons not to get a pet, but reason flies out the window when one picks you.
We decided when Sybil, our cat of seventeen years died that would be it for us; no more pets. Beloved spouse’s grief was such that he was adamant about being pet-free.
After a year, unbeknown to the beloved spouse, late at night, I checked out the cats for adoption online, but none really spoke to me, reinforcing the decision to remain pet-free.
Okay, if I happened to find a British Shorthair for adoption, then maybe. The likelihood of finding one of those was akin to Mitch McConnell expressing undying devotion to Nancy Pelosi.
I visited the pet store during adoption events, but none appealed to me. Beloved spouse, a sucker for anything with four legs and a tail, avoided these events, except for that fateful day on the way to the gym. I casually mentioned I would like to check out the cats for adoption at the pet store; just to see––.
A crowd had gathered around a certain bad boy exhibitionist preening, yawning and batting a toy in his crate. He was over the top adorable and made eye contact with me.
I told myself he was so adorable; he probably wouldn’t be available after our workout- but if he was ––.
I am convinced the cat waited for us. Maxwell has made himself at home and for the most part, resides in the beloved spouse ‘s man cave.
Beloved spouse ordered a special house to ensure Maxwell has complete privacy taking care of his personal needs.
And Max is computer literate. He has discovered functions on my laptop that confound the experts who have come to enjoy my daily online help chats.