Every so often, we’re graced with a pair of cats who belong together. It’s as if one beautiful heart beats in two furry bodies.
Naturally, we have no choice but to respect these everlasting bonds. You don’t break up Bogey and Bacall, George and Gracie…or Monica and Chandler.
The surfers can keep their endless summer.
I’ll take the endless kitten season any day of the week.
We talk a lot on this blog about adoptions that are meant to be.
But the fact is, sometimes they aren’t.
Funny how timing can be so right.
And funny how “right” can be so hard when it comes to a beloved cat getting adopted.
Our London friend John Graham is back with a new missive from the moggies in jolly old England.
Today, we have the pleasure of meeting a cat in a class of her own: Bets.
Since he was black-and-white instead of gingery-brown, and since he was a boy, we couldn’t let the new cat keep the name Spice.
But, in all honesty, he never lived up to his slightly amended name, either: Spike.
Fortunately, even a series of ill-fitting names can’t keep a cat from the home that’s meant to be his.
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