His name is Desmond and he is the biggest cat I've ever seen. He must weigh 20 pounds. He's 3 years old and his owner doesn't want him. She says they've never "bonded", that she's keeping her old kitty but she wants to find a good home for Desmond. There was a whole lot of subtext in our conversation. Her husband has already moved, he has an apartment, but "some apartments only allow one cat." She didn't say the apartment to which she's moving allows only one cat. "And, then there's the deposit money." She doesn't think he's worth a deposit. Sheesh.
If he ever comes out from under the futon, I guess we'll see if he's a good fit for our family, but the guys already want him. They think Desmond's mama is icky for wanting to ditch him, whether she cares about who ends up with him or not. I tend to agree. It's not what I expected. I thought I'd get tiny sibling kittens and I came home with a 6-month-old Fiona. I said I didn't want older kitties and I may end up with a 3-year-old cat. My husband shrugs. "He needs us. But, we may have to change that name."
Addendum: I've just drawn the names for my Sterling Kids Giveaway and the winners will be contacted privately. I don't feel like dedicating a post to the drawing, so I'll stick the winners' names in the sidebar.