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Bonus Child

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Recently, my family unexpectedly expanded. It was not that Computer Cowboy and I conceived a surprise; many years have passed since I’ve been eligible for mikva visits. Similarly, we didn’t adopt. The two of us have grown tired and kvetchy so much so that we’re delighted to leave the care of the newest generation to our children.

Rather, a few weeks ago, a feral, neonatal kitten was foisted upon us. More exactly, an hour or so after the Fast of Tammuz ended, a man clutching a baby cat knocked on our door. He wanted us to foster that furry purry.

He had found that young thing in the middle of a road. Neither a mama cat nor a nest was in evidence. What’s more, allegedly, that slightly-older-than-newborn had twice nearly been run over.

Since our neighbors equate our leaving water for community cats on hot days and talking gently to them on all days (instead of enacting the typical, local response of running from or tormenting them) we were foremost in that fellow’s mind as ideal kitten carers. However, we were not foremost in my mind for the job. I told that stranger to take that mewing baby to a shelter. It’s one thing to give charity to individuals who ring our doorbell. It’s an entirely other thing to accept indigent kittens. Very........

© The Times of Israel (Blogs)

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