September 21, 2007
The kittens were always fun. My dad came around quick. It wasnít before bed time the day we got them that he was laughing at them. They crooked their tails and tripped; they crossed paws and fell; they climbed with prickle sounds and wriggled before they jumped. They smelt like chocolate bars. Dad cursed when he saw the worms. He took them to the vet the next day. I had to force the pills. He didnít want to have claw marks, he said. We felt more like a family this way. I kept the bowl full, mom and dad laughed.