The “I-CAN-MAKE-YOU-LOVE-ME MISTAKE”

  When my kids were 12, 10, 8 and 5, we were given a kitten – a Tabby, fluffy and very cute. Tiger, we named him. The instant center of attention, Tiger never languished for a playmate. All my kids (me too), wanted to be the one pulling the string, rolling the ping-pong ball or feeding him. You couldn’t help but want to be the one. Happiness ambushes you when you play with a kitten. Joy pounces. But the truly coveted place, especially among my maternal girls, was to be… Continue reading The “I-CAN-MAKE-YOU-LOVE-ME MISTAKE”