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Dennis’ sister Chris bought us this rug as a housewarming gift last year and when we put it down, Marley immediately laid down on the Yankees side.
Dennis said it was because Marley didn’t want to get the Red Sox side dirty. I said, of course, that Marley is a smart cat that knows where he came from.
Marley was born in NY to a stray alley cat. The people who found the kittens were going to bring them to the ASPCA, but I didn’t want to add to their plate since they were already full of cats and kittens. Reluctantly to Dennis, who hated cats, we brought home our new buddy. This was in Sept. of 2005 (wow!)
After having Marley for a few years, he started to get fat. We had moved to Boston in the summer of ‘06 and Dennis and I weren’t home as much as we were back in NY. So, to try to help Marley lose some weight and have a friend, we adopted Dylan from a foster home in November of 2007.
Dylan was a feral cat whose mother was killed on a very busy road just north of Boston. He, along with his brothers and sisters, were scooped up and brought into foster care. However, he was the runt of the litter and very scared of everyone, so months later, he was still there. I fell in love with him immediately and drove north to Ipswich, MA, to get him.
It took over a half hour to get him in the crate. He was a mess. He howled and cried the entire 45 minute ride back to his new home in Boston, but it was worth the fight.
Now, here they are, looking out the screen door in our home in VA – yet somehow – they haven’t seemed to forget where they came from.
Ok, that’s probably not true. But it sounds better than what really happened… which was probably something like Marley was laying in the middle of the carpet and Dylan came running over to see what was going on. Marley probably got annoyed by Dylan taking over his space and moved over to the left. End of story.
My version is much better.