A year ago, we got a kitten for Christmas. This year, my wife found another homeless kitten via a Facebook friend and wanted to adopt it. I dug my heels in for a few days but finally relented, and now we have Earl. Our old and busted cat Aster wants to eat him, so we have to keep them pretty well segregated until he’s big enough to protect himself and we can begin training him to defend a cat boxing title that I can already picture sitting on my mantel. With the family out and about during much of the daytime lately, I’ve taken the little guy into my care.
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More Meows and Purrs to you, Earl . . . . for keeping your owners and companions sane and loving. Three kisses from SoundEagle to you: one on your forehead, another on your tummy, and the third on your big heart. . . . .