Muffin: She Came, She Saw, She Conquered
For a while now, I have gently nagged encouraged my mother to consider getting a cat. She (metaphorically) put all four paws in the ground, wasn't sure she was up for having another animal, didn't know if she could take care of it, blah, blah, blah. Then a friend of hers came stay for a day, bringing along her own cat and my mother was sold. Over the next several weeks, we spend an inordinate amount of time on the adoption area of the Toronto Humane Society website (be careful – clicking on that link may cause cat fever). Although we looked at an awful lot of very cute cats, none of them really jumped out at her. And then one day, we saw this face And my mother knew. This was the one. We promptly sent The Boy and his sister – good sports, both - to visit the Victoria Park storefront and they came back with a positive report. Muffin, as the wee beastie was called - named by her past owner, who had died - was good-natured, calm and tolerated getting mangle...