Don’r you just loff eet when outta nowhere, cats decide to
take over your entire existence bond with you? Take Stephanie, for example.
“This is Mr. Fluffypants, a cat I started feeding in the spring. When I first saw him, he was so thin I could see his hip bones and he had large bare patches of skin. Now he’s a big fat Floofball who comes for breakfast and dinner every day. He’s not adoptable but he’ll have a shelter on my patio for the winter and will continue to eat well. I love how the smudges on his front legs match up! Thanks for making every day a little brighter!” -Stephanie F., Albany NY.
[When asked to comment on his name and how he got it, Mr. FP just turned and sauntered off. As he should. -Ed.]