Speaking of cats scouting a new area (as my daughter in Israel compared to her getting oriented in a strange land) reminded me of the time our cat cried pitifully when her half grown son killed her new litter. A day or so later Dad plowed into a rabbit's nest and disturbed some nursing little rabbits, who were rejected by their mother.
The mama cat accepted the rabbits and they nursed greedily and happily. An adoption made in heaven. But wait. Mama cat left to get some food and the half-grown cat raided the nest and ate the baby rabbits.
If my daughter reads this I can hear her complaint = "Why do your stories turn into happy stories and then twist and become sad?" Sorry, Jessica but that's the way the world is.
The mama cat accepted the rabbits and they nursed greedily and happily. An adoption made in heaven. But wait. Mama cat left to get some food and the half-grown cat raided the nest and ate the baby rabbits.
If my daughter reads this I can hear her complaint = "Why do your stories turn into happy stories and then twist and become sad?" Sorry, Jessica but that's the way the world is.
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