We cleaned him up, took him to the vet, and then he was ours. Abel and I broke up long ago and since he worked far from home and was only home on weekends through much of our relationship, I got custody of Bumblebee after we split. But we have remained friends, so during the Darkest Days, knowing how devastated I was at having to give up the cats, he called and said, "You know I have a crazy schedule. I can't take them both, but I will take Bumblebee and you can have him back when things get better." So, tearful and heartsick, I packed him up and sent him back to his 'dad'.
And now he's back. He's back. He's BACK! Bumblebee was always a big cat but now he's even bigger. And he's just as affectionate as ever, following me from room to room, rubbing against me whenever I stand still. I've always called him a dog in a catsuit because he obviously did not get the memo that cats are known to be aloof. Aloof? I've had to gently push him off my lap twice today. My legs are bare and he's so happy to be back, he keeps trying to knead my legs and his nails are killing me. He doesn't like having them clipped but he tolerates it if it's done quickly. Note to self: remember that when he starts giving you the "I want to sit on your lap" look, put on pants FIRST.