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Hedda's kittenhood
I always wanted a cat. I used to tell my parents I wanted a cat, and that when I was a grown-up, I would have cats. They would smile and wink, and say, sure, when I was an adult and had my own home, I could have cats. I finished my master's before I considered myself "grown-up" enough for this responsibility, read some books on cat care, and went about the task of finding my friend. For some reason, I rather wanted a calico or tortoise-shell cat. I called the Cleveland Animal Protective League, but they didn't have any. They referred me to a woman who ran a cat rescue operation out of her home, though, and who had recently taken in a very young litter of kittens found abandoned at Edgewater Park. I went to see them, and discovered Hedda. She looked me right in the eye, and I had no question about which kitten I wanted to adopt...
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