Sir Benson

I have a cat, his name is Benson and he's actually proof reading this blog over my shoulder.
Last month, a lost cat followed Lucy and I home from our walk. He ended up living in the garage for a week while I traveled to Toronto. When I got home, he was gone but 3 other neighborhood cats were using the garage as a late night waffle house.
I had never really thought about having a cat, but I missed that cat after he was gone. I had told Molly that I would like to find an orange cat and she found one that had been rescued. So on the night of our softball party, I bought a cat.
The top picture his him on top of my birthday present from Mike, Jen and the girls. Note his orange mustache.

Benson loves the sink while I brush my teeth in the morning:

He loves to watch Lucy when she goes outside:


He loves to knead everyone including Lucy, and his greatest accomplishment so far is climbing half way up the stone fireplace in front of everyone before falling.
I told you he was proof reading this: