We adopted our cat Gus (AKA Gutz, August, Gust, Augustus, Snuffleupagus, etc.) three years ago today.
This is me holding Gus on the day I graduated. He’s three years older and three years meaner:
My mom found him in the parking lot of a Food Lion, playing in the weeds. He must have been only a few months old at the time and the mother cat was nowhere to be seen. Being the animal lover that she is, my mom picked up the kitten and fed him his first meal directly from a can of 9Lives. He weighed 2 pounds and I could pick him up with one hand. Now he’s 10 pounds and I can’t pick him up with one hand because he’ll squirm away.
He’s not the most affectionate cat in the world, but he’s loyal. If any of us in the family are out late at night, he’ll wait by the door until we get home. When he’s in a really good mood, he’ll sit in your lap and purr.
He’s the first cat I’ve ever had and that’s why I love him, I guess. Or maybe I’m just a sucker for pets in general.