Sounds like all are doing great. Your story about your Dad and Tabby reminds me of when I was a little girl. What my brother and I REALLY wanted was a puppy. But my parents said "it wasn't fair to a puppy to have a family that was all gone all day". So my brother dragged home a kitten that he found. My Dad stamped his foot, yelled "no", and said cats live in barns, not in houses. My father was raised on a farm where all animals had a job, and the cats jobs were to keep the mice out of the feed. You didn't feed or pet cats, they were working animals, not pets like all the other animals on the farm, they had a job to do. So the concept of a cat, living in the house and being coddled was foreign to him. Still is, actually. (Rather hard on him to have a daughter with 18 cats, 1 dog, and a rodent. None of which do anything resembling work.) At any rate, between my brothers blue eyes filling with tears and my brown ones and our clamoring for a puppy if we couldn't have a kitten, my Mother overruled my Dad and the kitten stayed. We named her Taffy/Tabby depending on who was calling her and she was an inside outside cat. Well, at the time my Dad was working on his Doctorate in Education so he spent a lot of time in the basement in his little office and the kitten lived in the basement. (I had a canary, upstairs that the cat wanted to meet). It wasn't long before that kitten spent her days curled on my Dad's lap while he studied and wrote his thesis. He claimed that the only reason that she was on his lap was that she tried to play on the desk while he worked and would try to grab the pen. Anyone believing that one?? Not even we children fell for that!!!
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