Joy got back last night from a cross-country road trip.
Her junior daughter and son in law had two Bengal cats, one with some of the medical problems to which Bengals turn out to be especially prone, and a brand-new daughter, and they were swamped.
So now, in addition to the three once-feral Maine Coon mix critters, we have two once-expensive Bengal cats currently sequestered in the master suite (while Southmoon remains, for the moment, cooped up in the middle bedroom, which we're using as a minimalist bedroom). Eventually, they'll all have to be introduced to each other....
Funny thing: I'd met these particular Bengals several years ago, and they were, at the time, great big cats. Now... with our three little kittens all growed up... the Bengals look almost dainty. All a matter of perspective, like a couple of days ago, at a stoplight, when I realized I was looking down at a Chevy Subdivision.
Photos later, I suppose.
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