A Beautiful Story
Rand Simberg writes about an old friend-
bq. "Her name is Francesca," one of the girls of the household offered helpfully. I opined that it was a pretty big moniker for such a little cat.
bq. I picked it up to inspect the nether regions, in order to verify the gender, and allow it to be henceforth described by a slightly more specific pronoun. After the inspection, she (as it indeed turned out to be) curled up in my hand, and promptly fell asleep.
bq. I realized that my choice was to either wake her up, or take her with me. She seemed to have adopted me, and it was the beginning of a long relationship in which she would, whenever possible, seek (and generally find, at least for a while) slothful slumber on various temporarily horizontal parts of my body.
Now go read the
whole thing. If it doesn't bring a tear to your eye, you have no heart.
Posted by Jim Webb at February 24, 2004 02:24 PM
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