Two years ago today we went to and called a handful of shelters, then finally ended up at the City of Chicago Animal Care & Control Center and its two bleak walls of sleeping, purring, and staring cats, all helplessly counting down their 14 days.
We could only take one, and it was the orange one who crammed his face against the metal cage to get closer to us. Now he crams his face against mine every morning.
He presently has it crammed into a special-occasions-only dish of Chicken Hearts and Liver Gravy Feast.
After that, it's just a guess, but I'd say there's a good chance he'll take a nap and will look like this: