The kind souls who work at the humane society may show compassion to young, stray or abandoned animals, but they're not so considerate of the tenderhearted people who wander in expecting to find the perfect pet. How do you choose just one from a family of frolicking kittens, rough and tumble playing head over paws in fun with each other?
A little over two and one half years ago, Katie and I obsessed over which kitten to take home - the one that favored Smokey, the one whose little kitty motor purred loudest or the one who climbed up and fell into the trash can.
Caught Ozzie back in the trash can today - his little face still tugging at my heart strings.
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