After university and getting his master’s degree in behaviorial pyschology, my Dad got a job at the saw mill.
One day, he brought home a black and white cat we named Dusty, because that’s where my Dad found him. In a pile of sawdust.
Dusty only stayed with us for a week, he ran away.
I think Suzy had something to do with it. He also didn’t like Black Pete – another cat my Dad brought home who didn’t stay or Ginger and Fluffy – two kittens from my Grandma Tabby the First.
Eventually Suzy tolerated Anna. LOL.