A new email from my friend announced that she’d found homes for two kittens. Just one was left; and this time she shared the whole story with me: When the kind soul found them in that dumpster they were just days old. He had a child with asthma, so taking them home was out of the question. So he took them to work. He fed them, cared for them, even made pillows for them. But by the time a month had passed they were starting to grow and he knew he couldn’t keep them for much longer.
How Debbie (my friend) got them from him I don’t remember. It was rather convoluted.
Anyway, we had one baby left and Debbie, who already had four cats of her own, insisted that I come and pick one up and take it to my house until a foster home was found. Off I went to her house.
When I saw those three little butterballs tumbling unsteadily around her basement I was as good as gone. But when Bartlett cocked his head to one side (not surprising given how heavy those ears must have been) and stared right into my eyes it was love at first sight — for Continue reading