Maybe

Last week, when walking home from the corner store, a black and white kitten started following Trevor, Shea and I back to Trevor's house. We fed him, loved up on him, and named him "Maybe." He was very loving. He just wanted some snuggles.


A few days later, there was a flyer on the telephone pole in front of Trevor's place- someone had "found" the kitten, and would gladly return him to his rightful owners. Since we were pretty sure he was a stray, we put in a call saying that, if no owners turned up, we would take the kitten.


Well, guess what?


There is a new resident at Trevor's house!


Meet Maybe.

Me. Ow.