Please, welcome the newest member of the Quinn family– Mufasa.
Purrhaps you recall Erin, my Poochcat, that New Mexico-living sister of mine.
Early in the summer Erin, Netty (snake-dog), and a band of accompanying family members drove across the country– Erin’s westward expansion. Since then she has been computering for the government and living catless in a tidy mesa-top apartment…
In the manner in which I trawl the Maine Craigslist pages, Erin walks the dangerous line of “just looking” at the local animal shelter’s adoption website. It was in this place that she found this fine young gentleman.
A seventeen-pound Maine Coon. SWOON.
She asked around the family if she should adopt this cat. Mom, Dad, and JQ said, “I’m not sure for that”. I said “OF COURSE”.
And so she did, on a “trial basis”, and she would go on to briefly and hilariously lie to our mother.
(on speaker phone with entire family)
M: Did you get that cat?
E: No! ……………… Yes.
But all is settled and Mufasa has moved in with Netty and Erin, and they all lived happily ever after and the entire family has agreed– he is a handsome addition indeed. Let us hear from the pet mistress herself.
Mufasa was a very grumpy cat when he was in the shelter, but he came home with me, hopped in the sink, and has been joyous ever since. I had Mufasa on a week-long trial period, after which I had to return the crate in which he came to the animal shelter. The woman behind the desk said “I hope that you are returning just the crate, not the cat!”
There is cat litter in my bed and there is forever cat fur in my mouth, and he chews on my shower curtain, but he is amazing and here to stay. “No cat in this crate! He’s probably in my bathtub!”
As Uncle Bill would say, Now You’re Smokin’.
Now you will find yourself awash in images of this glorious beast.