I've located Hobbes' long lost brother. He's serenely waiting for me to adopt him at the American Fork Petsmart.
When I sent this picture to Nic's phone, his first question was whether I had this cat in the car with me at the time. He always asks these sorts of questions with a particular tone in his voice: part supportive, part annoyed, 100 percent apprehensive. I'd be lying to say that it doesn't give me a particular sort of thrill.
But the truth is that this little kitty will have to find a different home for no other reason than I can't give Nic his own reason to come home with a surprise--which is almost always another car. Although I have to say, Nic did give me the green light when he said I'm going to do whatever the hell I want anyway. I like him so much.