Bond, James Bond has left the building. He had been with us since EeK drove up in mid-July. In those four months we grew accustomed to having the tuxedo cat around. He would be sleeping then dashing up and down the stairs. He would sit on my lap and allow me to pet him, but if Randy joined me on the couch he would mosey over to Randy's lap without looking back. When I came downstairs each morning he was right there asking to be stroked and wanting a treat. He left hair on cushions and more than once threw up bits of this and that for me to find in out-of-the-way places. He was our guard cat, screaming if another cat came on our deck, even getting out a couple of times to confront the gray cat. Yesterday E and K took him to the new house, which will provide lots of new space for him to explore. We will miss him, at least a little bit, but we will enjoy being able to leave our bedroom door open.
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