So Andy and I were talking about his cat.  He pulled out the receipts from his adoption to check out the vaccinations in preparation for a checkup at the vet.  The agency description of Twister was “a robust kitten.”  They failed to say cold blooded murderer and left that for us to discover for ourselves.  I mentioned to Andy that next time maybe he’d want to find a cat who’s a little more “cuddly duddly.”

WHOA.  Where did THAT come from?  Cuddly Dudley.  Slowly the memory came into focus.  I remembered I had a Cuddly Dudley.  I vaguely remembered he was orange and big.  An internet search revealed he was a giveaway for getting a subscription to The Chicago Tribune in the 1960s.  A Google Image search reveals – Cuddly Dudley in all his glory:

He was big.  He was beautiful.  He was cuddly.  He was Cuddly Dudley.  You can find more about him on the internet, folks, but this was all I really needed today.  Cuddly Dudley.  It didn’t get any better than that.