I CAN’T BELIEVE I HAVE A CAT

My next door neighbors were cat-sitting “Mr. Buckman” for their friend, who rescued this big tiger-striped tom from the rough streets of Dorchester, Massachusetts. My neighbors feared for the safety of their little white deaf cat Piper because Mr. Buckman could squash her, so I offered to watch him temporarily. Once I got over my cat allergies, I grew rather fond of Mr. Buckman. He actually obeys commands (“Down” and “No”) and makes eye contact. Even though I didn’t really want to have an indoor cat, I was sad to see him go back to his owner. A few days later, I heard that Mr. Buckman was acting up and the owner wanted to “throw him back on the street – unless that girl wants him.” So now I have a cat. His official name at the MSPCA is still Mr. Buckman, but his secret identity will be Chairman Meow, leader of the Feline Revolution.