Once upon a time, when my children were young, we got a kitten. I hadn’t really planned to get one, at least not right then, but by my estimation, it was all Jenny’s fault.
You see, the kids had a babysitter named Jenny, and Jenny lived on a farm. The farm had cats, the cats had kittens, and the rest, as someone always keeps saying, is history.
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