One year ago, our family had three cats. Three cats were three too many for my husband, who thinks that the average person’s need for companionship should be satisfactorily met by a pet rock. So, when my daughter Helen started hankering for yet another cat, I knew that no number of tears, pleas, or illustrated notes of petition to Daddy would get Mike to agree to take in a fourth feline.
Clearly, this was a job for St. Francis.
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