Enter: Mark T. Cat.

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So my Mom is irrationally affraid of mice. Much to her chagrin she sighted one last Saturday skittering from the garage, across the kitchen and into the living room. Although perhaps far enough from the wake of our beloved Smoker's passing away this summer we're still as a coheasive post-family unit not positive about buying a cat of our own.

But why buy when all you need to do is rent?

As luck would have it Bess and Rob are going to Italy for three weeks and need a cat sitter. Quelle coïncidence, non? Mark The Cat has come to stay with us for a while and, well shucks, I'd forgotten how much fun having a kitty around is! I feel like I'm in the 4th grade again and met my new best friend. Every second sentence is "Mark is soooo cool!".