It was December 6, 2009 when Sylvia sent me out to the barn to bring in the lone kitten and only cat that was living out there.  We had decided that with no other cats to sleep with him, he probably wouldn’t make it through the winter.

I went out, he came up to me and when he rubbed against my ankle I picked him up in one hand and carried the little guy into the house.  Soon, he was acquainted with our house and the vet.  His funny little tail had been broken in four places.  He had been fortunate.

Here was Mom, a litter mate and our little guy on the right.  Mom had left, and we never saw either of the two litter mates again.  Midnight needed to be rescued.  And that’s what we did.

Once inside, he started to grow.  Here he is sometime before January 6 (Three King’s Day — after that we take down our Christmas decorations).  He was such a cute but feisty fuzz ball.

By summer, he had grown some more.  He knew us and the vet better.  He also knew what he could and couldn’t do.  His job of training his human attendants was right on schedule.

Now that fall has arrived we have a monster on our hands.

Lin describes her Hobbes as 47 pounds of stripey goodness.  And he is a beautiful fellow.  Our Midnight is 35 pounds of stealthy ninja who loves to ambush us at night in the dark house.  He is about a year and half old.  Can anyone tell me how long he will keep growing?  Or is it going to be like the story of the gold fish that the kids kept feeding?
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