About That Tuxedo...

After Clyde died, months passed and Bishrito remained an only cat.

The house got cleaner. We tried to heal our hearts. I started to wonder if we even wanted a new cat. No one could ever replace Clyde, after all. Never ever.

Cats are such thoroughgoing mysteries.We imagined Bishrito needed a friend, but maybe he really didn't. He seemed happy enough to be master of his domain. We worried he might reject a new cat.

One fateful evening, after a long day at work, I wandered into the PetSmart rescue center, and who should be there, peering out?

This dapper fellow, right here.

Clark

It was love at first sight. 

I would have adopted him on the spot, except...

The rescue center was closed for the night, and...

His card said he had a brother, arriving the next day, who would love to be placed with him.

When I adopted Clyde, she was in the pound with her sister. At the time, I had another cat and shared an apartment with two girls. We didn't have room for three cats, so we took only Clyde. Ever since, I have worried about her sweet little tabby sister. Did she also find a loving home? Was she heartbroken to be left at the pound without her sister? Did Clyde quietly long for her, all her life? I look back at my 22 year old self, and I can't imagine how I turned my back and left her there.

After all those years of regret, I knew I could never again break up a sibling pair. Clark was patting my paws through the glass. I stood up, blew him a kiss, and tried to harden my heart against him.

We were only planning to adopt one cat.

I called Grady from the parking lot, and asked him how he'd feel about adopting two cats. To my surprise, he said... "Of course!" (I love him. Have I mentioned that?)

We were there the next day, the minute the rescue center opened.

Lewis

And, of course, we had to have them both.

Meet Lewis and Clark.

Our best decision ever.