When our 18-year-old black and white cat died nearly two years ago, my wife Jan and I were heartbroken. Being in our late 60s we weren’t sure that we were up to taking on the responsibility for another cat and certainly not a kitten with all its energy and natural mischief.
A few weeks later, our younger daughter, Linda, visited us for a few days. She happened to pass a pet supply store and on impulse, went in to find that the Humane Society had some adoptable kittens on display. She called us and said that we had to come see Marshall, a cute black and kitty who was purring his little heart out. We joined her and of course, immediately fell in love with him. Then our daughter pointed out Marshall’s sister Myra in an adjacent cage.
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