
I haven't made any promises yet, but this very nice lady who I met in my travels assures me this little guy, Julius, would be perfect as a companion for Max (Bender's original buddy, still at home and a little lonely). She's been bottle-feeding him, but says he's now ready to go home. With me. She says there are very few people she would trust him with, but I am one of them (I know, I know, I am such a sucker for flattery). But I couldn't possibly take him . . . could I? That would be . . . three cats. And that's not counting Bender. Uh-oh . . . am I turning into "that guy?" Should I just give in and start wearing my hair in a comb-over?
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