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  • We went to see the kittens thinking - "yes, we will be good parents to a squeaky, hilarious, needy little beast."

    They were being fostered in a lovely backyard barn, of a lovely family house, in a lovely neighborhood in Marin. Five kittens wandering and crying and fighting and sleeping all together in a warm huddle.

    "Go ahead and get to know each other," Blonde Foster Mom encouraged us and closed the door.

    I picked up a black one who nibbled on my finger. I picked up a grey one who was still sleepy and felt like a handful off playdough. They were tremendously cute. Cute is the only word. Cutenss was invented to describe kittens.

    "I think I found her," he said.

    He handed me not another specimen of yawning fuzz - but their mother. She was thin, grey, soft-haired and very busy tending this litter. But when He handed her to me, she nestled right into the long triangle of blank space in my lap. She lowered her head on my knee. She purred.

    "Yeah. Everyone's coming for the kittens and they don't even see the mom," said Blonde Foster Mom.

    "She's perfect," we said.

    She's also curled in that same triangle space of my lap as I type this.
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