Mr. Stevens was in a desperate situation – find a new home, or off to the humane society. And being an eight year old cat, we didn’t think he’d be too likely to be adopted out. We already had a house full of cats, so what the heck – what’s one more?
And really… who can resist that face? Or that belly?
And it didn’t take too long before he weazled is way into my heart and became — my favourite 🙂
Click if you’re wondering where we got the name Mr. Stevens. . . He’s the head of catering on the Death Star of course! Thank you, comedian, Eddie Izzard. (F-word warning!)