Irrational Exuberance

Since Dan moved out, there has been a lot of cat talk around here.  No, we don't go around meowing and purring (most of the time), but there was a growing realization that, with the primary allergy sufferer gone,  we could have the long-desired cat.  In many ways, it makes no sense whatsoever unless said cat learns to travel in a car to Newfoundland on a regular basis.  This isn't completely impossible but it is a little far fetched.

Yet once the furry topic was raised, there was no putting it down (so to speak).  We began to make rationalizations about how it would be possible.  Then we decided that "it wouldn't hurt" to go to the North Shore Animal League - the world's largest no-kill shelter, btw - and just have a little look around.

Please meet Olive.  She is about six months old and very sweet.  What you don't see in this picture is her brother, Webster, who was hiding under my bed.  In for a penny, in for a pound, I suppose.

Finn came up with Webster's name based on a story in the Mr. Mulliner series by P.G. Wodehouse.  In it, there is a cat named Webster who seems to exude a kind of moral uprightness that forces the slightly debauched P.G. Wodehouse character to give up his drinking and carousing.  Each time he would reach for the bottle, he would look over at Webster and see that "Webster thinks otherwise."  Finn managed to find a kitten that had that "Webster thinks otherwise" air about him.   Guess my party days are over.