Schwartz came to live with us at a time when I had promised my husband no more cats. Cats are lovely; they are beautiful; they are amazing. They claw the furniture; they don’t always have perfect litter box habits. They sleep on your face. We have enough going on. But, really, he’s as much of a softy as I am, and he didn’t say no. That little black kitten came into a big messy house with three kids and two big bouncy dogs. He met the young dog Cherry face to face, stood up on his hind legs and grabbed her by the head. We named him
Schwartz for his powerful nature.
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