The house was cold, empty, void of life. When I would arrive home from my long shift, it made me sick to think he was here alone all day.

So, against my better judgment, off to the SPCA we go. His heart is set on a black cat, I suppose because Midnight was such a good kitty til her demise many years ago.

Wee arms reached out, “Take me, take me.” As we were leaving, I knelt down, sure I had caught a glimpse of black.

Curled up on a little pad lay Lynx. He had given up or was just too laid back to bother. My Man spoke to him and Lynx rubbed on the cage. Hearts melted.

We were “interviewed”, handed over our MC and had to come back the next day to get him – do they do back ground checks? Anyway, it gave time to buy all the various stuff new parents need — the economy was boosted from that day forward.
Lynx proved to be so affectionate and loving that a new name was in order. Being he followed his master around all day like a dog, sat at his feet and on his feet to sleep, he was became Buddy.

When we camped, on went the leash and harness – Buddy strutted around like a dog, plume held high. One guy at our campground said, “When I come back, I want to be your cat.” Cute.