The second runner up, and winner of an autographed paperback of WEIT, is Eamon, who entered his two cats Zeno and Russell. Here are their stories:
Some friends of ours foster kittehs for the Ottawa Humane Society. So about three years ago when the passing of one of our older Siamese deprived Kizhe of his favorite playmate (and me of my favorite lap-cat), we asked our friends if they had any kittens who might make a suitable replacement.
Thus we came to adopt Russell (on the right; full name Bertrand Alfred Russell Wallace North Whitehead). He’s now a great furry easy-going beanbag of a cat who greets me with loud purrs and petting-demands every day when I get home from work, and tries to shove my laptop computer out of the coveted spot. Once they got past the obligatory dominance negotiations, Kizhe became excellent kitteh-friends with him.
Two years later, Kizhe grew sick and died; thus Russell now needed a new playmate. Back we went to our friends, this time to adopt the fluffy ball of tabby grey on the left. Zeno is now a year larger than in the picture, a sort mottled grey animated dustmop with a magnificent tail. At 13 lb. Zeno is the largest cat we’ve yet had, and he’s still growing. His favorite treat is oatmeal — every morning he begs for a spoonful of our porridge, which he devours. Every good kitteh needs to have at least one endearingly bizarre preference, and this is his.
So consider this a PSA: Support your local animal shelter, and consider adopting a kitteh from them (or if you really must, a doggeh).