When I had only been Editor of Control for about two months, and was still commuting to Chicago from Seattle, our Operations Manager, Lori Goldberg's father passed away. Lori's partner being violently allergic to cats, Lori wasn't able to adopt her dad's cat-- and somehow a voice came out of my mouth which I swear wasn't me-- "If you can't find him a home by Friday, buy him a ticket and I'll take him home to Seattle with me."
Well, guess what. And when we moved to Aurora in 2004, Grimace made the trip too. He's become the Bubbacat of the household, and was Le Kitten's good buddy. He misses her, and is curling up with me the way she used to, just to let me know.
Maybe he'll get less matted over the summer as his fur is growing back in. Right.
Grimace sends his condolences to Mr. Kennebec Merlin, who is about to undergo the same horrendous and shameful exercise according to kinzel over on rolanni's LJ.