Today is Puck’s rescue day, but only by virtue of there not being a term for “little wandering kitten who strays into a clearly inhabited man-made structure for of TV station stuff and goes to sit on the first sucker for cats he finds”, and a holiday to go with it. Puck didn’t really get adopted, he adopted me.

Puckalucka

And I’m totally okay with that. He was the best “perk” I got from my last few years in TV. And he still is, every time he curls up next to my year-old baby and leaves himself wide open to being petted, patted, and grabbed. He has the patience of three saints. And he’s so fluffy.

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