One night I heard loud meows outside of my house. Opening the door, I saw a small cat begging for food. Since I had a dog with no interest in cats, I really didn't want to take cat in. I made a pact: If the cat is still there in the morning (it was spring in LA, warm enough for the night) I would take him in. He was still there in the morning. I adopted him. He slept in my bed for days and the dog was in misery because we had to keep both separate. After a few weeks it became clear that we had to find a new home for George. And we did. They named him George, he had wonderful life with good friends of mine and he just went to cat heaven. And the dog that I had years ago has been gone for more than a decade. That's the curse with pets: they leave so quickly. Emjoy the mix, George.
