By Sean KelleySometime in March, an orange tabby adopted our family. We are not cat lovers. In fact, both my wife and I are allergic to cats; my eyes swell shut with constant contact, and my wife wheezes and breaks out in hives. (Hmm, perhaps we see where our son Graeme gets his allergic tendencies?)
Plus, we just don’t care for cats. Not so for my 4-year-old daughter Elise, who upon seeing Noah (as the cat came to be known), fell deeply in love. She lavished attention on him, and he didn’t scratch her when she dragged him around in a choke hold. We decided to let him stay—as an outdoor cat. Read More
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