Imagine my surprise. He’s a small white male medium-hair. He was the sick, last-of-litter at a flea market Lady Chance was at with the girls while shopping for my present (which tells you where I normally rate!).
Back in the mists of time I had a fairly dumb white cat named ‘Dixie’ who bonded with me like glue for whatever reason. Since this one came to me on the frigid side of the line I decided to call him ‘Mason’.
He’s already beat up the dogs and established his place. He’ll fit in just fine, I think.