We never intended to have cats, or even cat. Cats just happened to us. It's more common than you might think. If you ask a random cat owner, it's, admittedly, most likely they did it on purpose. But there's a small, but surprisingly not *that* small, that something else happened. A cat just seemed to be attached to their new house. A neighbour's cat visied more and more until it was their cat. That sort of thing. Sam was renting a small bedsit. Just one room plus a small kitchen and small bathroom. The owner was a few doors down, in a maisonette, with an actual separate bedroom. But she was leaving. And she offered Sam her place for the same rent. With the added suggestion that they may not have been entirely paying the mortgage on the bedsit, so the bank would probably be repossessing it at some point. But it was on condition that Sam looked after her two cats until she came back for them. It was a chance for us to live together, in a bigger place, for the same money. Easy choice. And all we had to do was feed two cats for maybe a few weeks. Problem is, after a few weeks, you get kind of attached to the fluffy little critters. But she came back for them. With cat carriers. To take them away. Who? Benson and Jessie. Both black and white cats. Benson was mostly white, Jessie was mostly black. There may be more stories about them both at some point - like the sad story of Benson dying, though he also gave us this domain name, which is another story. But back to this story. She arrived, Benson sauntered slowly to the other side of the car park, and moved further away whenever she tried to approach. Jessie stuck around, and she picked him up, but he pushed away when she tried to cuddle him, so she gave up and put him back on the ground, and said "well, it looks like you've got cats." And we were glad.