I kept seeing a picture of this beauty in the newspaper and on line. Her name was Buffy Buffay.
She looked like a mash-up of Homer and Fifi. No, I didn't bring her home but I was sorely tempted. Frank was wise and thinks three cats are enough, but Ernest and Handy seemed to want to enable my addiction so we went and petted her the Saturday Ernest returned from Boston. She didn't want to come out of her tube but greatly enjoyed some petting, purring, and finger licking.
While we were there, this little cutie wanted to play. Cadillac was a new mommy, although she looked like a kitten herself. Oh, that face.
Happily, both of these delightful cats have been adopted since our visit.
I'm going to have to control myself. I hope that the cat petting will hold me. It's like when you have the baby lust, sometimes cuddling and cheek-pinching will satisfy you so you don't have to have another one for the next 18 years. Wish me luck.