This is TedAbout 15 years ago I brought home a cat and named him "Bill." He is still with us and weighs approx. 25 pounds. At one time he was just under 40 pounds. The kids grew up with Bill and particularly my younger daughter Jennifer, spent most of her childhood with him. As with any pet I suppose, not all of it has been good.
There have been two crisis in which his value, in dollars, had to be decided. Each of these required a visit to a place in my soul I do not like - how much to spend to preserve something living and loved. If I were a man of vast resources my capacity for compassion would be enormous. Because I have little money, I went to this distasteful destination within me prepared, if necessary, to be a ruthless bastard. Bill has survived both trips.
Because hundreds of dollars more have been wasted on electrical cords, furniture and door frames, my wife and I have sworn to everything Holy that no animal will ever come after Bill. The same 15 years of Bill's companionship has also kept my wife's mother from ever walking through our door - she cannot breath because of the cat. Once again, the value of Bill has been, perhaps, wrong. So, absolutely no more cats.
Two days ago, a beautiful kitten of about 4 weeks stood at our door. When the doorbell rang, I opened and there stood Jean, holding him. She asked me for milk and I only resisted a little. That evening, he was in our house, our hearts and is now in my daughter's house. Having a cat named Bill, this new cat, of course is "Ted." My granddaughter is currently in love with Ted.
The swift violation of a commitment I made rattles me. Is my word worth anything? Can my wife not have her mother to visit? What kind of people are we?
Foy
Because hundreds of dollars more have been wasted on electrical cords, furniture and door frames, my wife and I have sworn to everything Holy that no animal will ever come after Bill. The same 15 years of Bill's companionship has also kept my wife's mother from ever walking through our door - she cannot breath because of the cat. Once again, the value of Bill has been, perhaps, wrong. So, absolutely no more cats.
Two days ago, a beautiful kitten of about 4 weeks stood at our door. When the doorbell rang, I opened and there stood Jean, holding him. She asked me for milk and I only resisted a little. That evening, he was in our house, our hearts and is now in my daughter's house. Having a cat named Bill, this new cat, of course is "Ted." My granddaughter is currently in love with Ted.
The swift violation of a commitment I made rattles me. Is my word worth anything? Can my wife not have her mother to visit? What kind of people are we?
Foy
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