
A few days ago, the lovely yet talented Mrs 618 and I got back from a trip, and found the neighbor's cats on our doorstep, hanging around, looking for food (of course).
Except one cat wasn't the neighbor's. She was a stray who happened upon the scene.
Needless to say, we now have a new-to-us, certified pre-owned cat, Tia.
You might notice a certain similarity between Tia and her predecessor, Jenna:

This could be the start of a pattern... except there's me:

Of course, Emily thought she was all done with "those creatures". She saw Tia and gave me one of "those" looks:

"Aww, Dad, why's ya hafta go and do that?!?"
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