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| When our cat Puffy died Caro and I swore we would never have another cat unless it was a male seal point Siamese. But! One afternoon we came home from dining out and found a home-made animal crate on our front steps. Inside were two tiny kittens. We decided to keep themuntil Monday and Caro would take them to an animal shelter we know that does not kill the animals. I came home from work Monday and the kittens were still in the house. She assured me that she would get them to the animal shelter. After a week of coming home and finding the kittens playing in the kitchen I realized we had "cats". One was a small black and white female and the other tiny one was a gray striped male tabby. The female sickened and died despite all we could do. I spent more at the vets than I did on the birth of my first child. We named the male Rascal because he seemed hell-bent for mischief. He is not small anymore. He comes into my room and lounges across the desk-top and keyboard while I am using the computer. One of his favorite things it to lie in the office chair and clean himself then nap but only while I spin the chair. So I spin him while browsing the internet and posting with the Grannies and watching TV. |