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My Mother the Bear
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: What I Learned from the Dog
By Brian Taylor The world is hugged by the faithful arms of volunteers.
~Everett Mámor My wife pulled the blankets and scornfully turned her back to me when I whispered that I'd brought a kitten home and put him in the downstairs bathroom. I knew she would not appreciate my 2 A.M. announcement about a new kitten. We already had two cats — one dysfunctional cat that taxes us with her occasional "accidents" and a replacement cat for the other crazy stray cat we lost to FIP. We also have a black Lab. Oh, and three boys. We've had other pets too — fish, hamsters, other rescued dogs and cats. And we've taken in stray humans. Yes... we're a regular zoo at times. But I hadn't been able to deny the bold kitten when he approached me and my Styrofoam to-go box as I walked to my car after a night out. Completely unafraid, the tiny kitten was begging for whatever I had. The special that night was chicken wings and he tore them apart. Clearly we were meant for each other. I had to take him home. So I settled in behind the wheel and he stood in my lap with his front paws on the steering wheel. Together we drove home from our night out. (Keep reading)  
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