Let me introduce you to Newman, the Cat Who Came Before Monty Q. aka, who you smelled when you first moved in, Monty.
Yeah yeah, not talking to me. I adopted Newman when HeBean and I lived in Vermont.
Figures, he's built like a cow...
ENOUGH. Do you want to hear this or not?
Mancats. Go stare at Millie's tum while I go on.
Anyway, when we first adopted Newman it was just HeBean and I, KidBean arrived about a year later. Newman didn't seem to care about KidBean at first-the cat was pretty laid back to be honest. When we had went to the shelter he was out cold while the other cats raised a ruckus. He was a keeper!
We moved here right when KidBean started toddling about, and he REALLY liked Newman. Not rough, just average toddler love. Newman started going put to prowl around this time too-he got out once and came home when called, so it seemed the best. But one day he didn't come home.
I found out a few weeks later that he had literally adopted another family up the road. he's still an outside cat but picked another house to haunt. They liked him so he became their cat, although he still walks everywhere in the neighborhood. (Everyone knows Newman!)
While he usually hasn't strolled down to our house before, he apparently wanted to wish me a Happy Birthday last week, he's always welcome here, door will always be offered open to Newman.
What did I miss?