American Bulldog enthusiasts praise her breed as “loyal, reliable, alert and self-confident, with a genuine love for children,” and indeed lovely Charlotte fulfills each of these definitive traits, in her own sublimely beautiful way. At a little over a year old she’s an immaculate example of family dog talent; she’ll romp the yard, toss a ball, and race lovingly for you when called; she’s impressively sensitive to little ones, her smile never leaves when she’s leash-walking, and she shows absolute promise on her house-training. (Cats? No thanks.) Charlotte was found stray, a painful loss for someone else but the find of dog-loving lifetime for you. Her pure devotion is ready and waiting, come claim your classic American prize.
If you assume a cat named “Mouse” would be a quiet, drab-gray individual, with a tendency to scuttle through mazes and nibble cheese, think again: our Mouse is a lustrous ebony gentleman with a fine alto purr, an infinitely polite 2-year-old who asks properly for his food — and the only maze that interests him is the one that connects your ankles, lap, hands and chin endlessly, a puzzle of his own invention and his favorite place to be. Mouse was found stray, apparently just out of feline finishing school; he turns his head under warmly when you pet him, offering all his tender places to your touch; he’s gently playful, full grown but modestly sized, enjoys going out so he can come back in, and would make a magnificent choice for a child or anyone who appreciates how lovingly refined a cat companion can be. Begin your sumptuous new friendship today, just ask for a man named Mouse.
