He was given to me by a friend of mine at one of my previous jobs because she already had 12 cats. When I saw his picture up in the office I honestly didn’t know cats could be so beautiful. I’d only seen cats with dark drab colors and pointy noises. George’s face is more like a disgruntled old man expecting everyone to cater to him and make him comfortable.
George has captured a piece of my heart. He moved with me from Boston. And people asked me what I would do with him. To which I’d say, “He’s with me. We’re moving.”