. . . suddenly, we are cat-owners-by-proxy. Which is to say, our housekeeper's son took in a stray kitten, and I've taken some responsibility for it, dealing with vet care and so on, and letting it stay at our house during the day, when there's nobody home at their house. But these things snowball (guess what Joffre named the kitten?), and I have a feeling the shift of ownership is going to be inevitable. The kids are totally smitten, and it's heartwarming to see how loving and caring they are with the little guy.
But we can't take a kitty back to Canada with us.
I want a kitty.
sigh . . .
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Agh! I just discovered that you've started this blog!
Anyway, once you're back, you and the boys are welcome to come and meet Phoebe if you need some fur therapy.
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