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Not Quite Purrfect
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Magic of Cats
By Bobbie Lippman When I play with my cat, who knows if I am not a pastime to her more than she is to me?
~Michel de Montaigne When my husband died suddenly, followed by our aging dog, and then our old cat disappeared, I figured my pet-owning days were over. I was pushing eighty-five and woke up every morning saying, "Okay, Lord, what's going to hurt today?" I had reached the point of wondering if there was even any point to getting up. Then my veterinarian's wife tipped me off that a litter of kittens was on its way to the animal shelter. My brain was obviously not in gear. Before the day was over, a three-month-old kitty had moved into my home and heart. I've rescued cats my entire life, but no kittens in the past twenty-five years. What was I thinking? (Keep reading) | 