. . . is easily answered by husbands and fathers: no.
So yesterday the kids were playing with friends out in the mean streets, as they usually do, when they and their friends noticed a tiny stray kitten in the friend's garage. Abby, 8, naturally took immediate protective custody of the kitten. By the time I had gotten home, Katrina, the three kids, and the dog had become so firmly attached to the kitten that all hope of exiling it was lost. The kids named the kitten Mittens. I don't think this represents a political endorsement but I can't be sure. Mittens spent a very noisy night in our bathroom — the cat produces an astounding decibel level for its miniscule size. The kids are enraptured — even Evan, who doesn't particularly like animals.
This morning, after a dinner-with-wine-at-Spago worth of veterinary care, we learn that Mittens is about six weeks old, and in good health.
Mittens — about the size of a fist clenched in anger — is staying, I am informed. My wife demonstrated the respect I am due by refraining from any pretense that I had a say.
This concludes today's step towards my plan to make Popehat a cute-kids-and-kittens blog, which will increase traffic tenfold and allow me to retire. Thank you.
EDITED TO ADD:
I have retaliated against Mittens by confining her in the office, which is where I have my closet. Hence Mittens is forced to watch me dress.
Your move, cat.
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