Raised by European Jewish immigrants, my loving parents were highly traumatized post WWII. Living in the back of our little grocery store, survival was paramount. Introducing a young cat into the mix was not something my father would ever tolerate. The cost and distraction would simply be too much for his frayed nerves. But one summer day, I bring home one such creature, and all hell breaks loose. when I bring home a rescued kitty. What ensues is truly a remarkable evolution from animal hater to devoted cat father.
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