Barnabus

I called home one night in undergrad. And in the background there was a little meow. What??? Last time I checked there was only one cat in the household and she was not prone to little meows. Turns out that a little black fluff ball had decided to make my brother's car his home. My brother was not happy about this turn of events and a decision had to be made. Either the cat had to go or come inside. This little black fluff ball apparently had been abandoned and was so small the family doubted whether he'd make it.

Inside he came and then the naming began. That makes it sound like we have a family Sorting Hat. Not really. He ended up dubbed Barnabus. Or Boo. Or Bubby. Or really whatever we call him. Barnabus is a likable fellow. He will talk to you, he will jump onto your lap at any moment, he'll try to help with the crossword puzzle, he will drool on you, he ticks like a timebomb when he sleeps, he still gets lost in the house 13 years later, he has the diabeetus like Wilford Brimley and he is the stupidest most lovable cat. We often say it's not shocking that his mother abandoned him.

But we can't imagine life without him.

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