The next morning, Smartmom woke up early and called Teen Spirit. He sounded groggy.
"I’ve decided to take the kitty back," she said.
"You can’t," he said.
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Why?" she asked.
"Because I love the kitten," he said.
"But you’re not here," she said, telling TS to come home for a family meeting. There would be a vote, and the family would decide what to do.
When Teen Spirit came home, the family sat around the dining room table and discussed Supermeracado-Lulee in a very democratic way. They even voted. It was 3-1: get rid of the kitty.
“Remember ‘Twelve Angry Men?’” Hepcat said. “We can’t decide until everyone agrees.”
Finally, Teen Spirit came around. Disgruntled. Sad. It seemed that he understood that he wasn’t ready to take on a kitty.
With relief and a feeling of victory, Smartmom and the family returned the kitten to the people from Brooklyn Animal Foster Network who were again sitting underneath the scaffolding at John Jay. Within an hour, someone else adopted Supermercado-Lulee.
BUT THAT’S NOT ALL. HEPCAT THINKS HE WAS LEFT OUT OF THIS STORY. HE BEGS TO INTERJECT AND HERE, WITH POETIC PROFICIENCY, IS HEPCAT’S RESPONSE:
Where is Hepcat in this tail of feline infelicity ?
He who is hep to cats?
Keeper of hundreds of kitten years of housecat husbandry knowledge?
Bearer of 10 pound boxes of high tech clumping kitylitter and courier of cat incontinence pads?
The Henry Fonda of a Third of a Dozen Annoyed Third Street Denizens?
So beloved by houscats in his youth that they would bear their young in his bed?
Oh the categoric injustice!
I guess I don’t understand. Why was it not a family cat? Why is the family animal-adverse? So many animals need homes that if you can provide one, not to sound snitty, that’s the least you can do in my opinion. Of course if you can’t provide a good home that’s one thing. But with a little team effort, you could. This story is very incomplete and hard to understand without any context of your family’s animal history which perhaps you’ve gone into in the past but I don’t know.