Bear, My Boy

I’ll try to keep this short before I get too emotional. When my ex-wife and I split in September 2016, we had six cats. Three were more mine, and three were more hers, but they were all ours. I could only keep one when I left, and I had to take the one I’d had the longest, my first cat Scampers. My ex-wife always said I needed a little male cat. One day I found him. It’s a long short story I won’t go into the details, but I saw him, found him, and saved his life as he was the lone kitten left at a “last chance” adoption drive.