There’s “getting along great” bonding and then there’s “practically joined at the hip” bonding, and my girlfriend, Flute, and I are definitely in the latter category! When our mom’s asthma turned into pneumonia, our people decided that cat hair wasn’t the best thing for her to be exposed to, so we’re back at our alma mater looking to shine our light on someone else’s life. Mom said that I’m affectionate, playful (“sometimes rowdy” apparently!), love to play with crumpled paper (cheap toys!), and got along fine with the small dog we lived with. In my humble opinion, I can’t imagine what more you’d want from companions, so why not come let us steal your heart?