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领养来陪伴儿子的猫咪最初对我充满了敌意，她喜欢缠着儿子，见到我却总是躲避。当儿子搬出去住后，猫咪终于接受了我和妻子。搬家时，她安然地躺在我们的身边。 She sits at my feet like a dog, as she always does, when I come home from work. What a difference seven years made in this little girl’s life. The small grey cat, with a white nose and neck, stared at my sixteen-year-old son Justin through the bars of her cage at the animal shelter. She was the third cat he inspected[1]. Justin’s mom passed away[2] four months before. He came home from school to an empty house and begged me for a cat—something to love him. “Her name is Kitten.” the lady said. “She’s two or three years old. Her owner was an elderly lady who passed away. Her son tried to take her in, but his son was allergic to cats, so she ended up here.[3] I hope you can give her a home.” She spilled it out[4] like a car salesman giving the description of a car. I looked at Justin. “What do you think, son?” “She’s pretty.” “Yes she is. Do you want to take her home?” He nodded, “Yeah, Dad. Let’s take her.” The shelter gave us a cardboard carrying case.[5] I bought a litter[6] box, litter and food. I didn’t want a cat, but my son needed her love. It was for him. | 
