When I saw Arfon the five month-old cat I fostered -incredibly only a week ago- washing Arya's face and ears, that decided it. He's not going anywhere. It hasn't hurt that after three days he stopped running away from me and started miaowing until I picked him up for a cuddle. Now, like Arya does, he'll climb on me while I'm sitting here typing and rub against my face. Plus I just love ginger cats.
He's definitely the last cat I'm adopting. Honest, really! No More! No More! No More!
No more! No more! No more! No more! No more! No more! No more! No more! No more! No more! No more! No more! No more!
I mean it this time.
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