It has been a couple of years since my last cat died (at the age of 18). I was pretty broken up about it and would not get another cat for awhile. Well, I’ve been really mopey and depressed lately, so it’s off to the animal shelter for my wife Debbie and me! We ended up with a ball of fun and energy that has really brightened my outlook on life. My youngest daughter calls him “Aslan” (from the Nania stories), my wife and I call him “Rowdy”, and I sometimes call him “Ftoomsch” (named after a trouble-making demon from the TV series The Young Ones).
