Jake and the Kittens
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Me and My Cat
By Christine Davis
Kittens can happen to anyone.
~Paul Gallico
From the beginning, Jake made his feelings clear about the subject of cats: they were best served on a plate, with a side order of fries!
Jake was our resident dog, a large dominant male, part Border collie and part Labrador retriever, with a little German shepherd thrown in. Jake was about two years old when he adopted us from the local animal shelter. He came into our lives shortly after I lost my beloved dog Martha to an unexpected illness. One day we went to the shelter searching for a shaggy-haired female (like Martha) to bring into our home. Instead, we found Jake, a shorthaired male, sitting tall, proud and silent in the middle of all that barking. We told the shelter worker that we wanted Jake to come home with us because we could sense he had a lot of magic inside of him. “That’s great,” she said. “Just don’t bring him back when he shows you that magic!”
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