It was just another day at the office—or so I thought. I arrived promptly at 8:00 a.m. to my DRE processing job at First American Title.   As I sipped my morning coffee and assessed my list of things to do, a co-worker walked in with a large lidded box.   She was speaking in a hushed voice as she approached my cubical, something about what she had found on her way to work. My cohorts and I gathered around Terri as she unveiled a box of kittens.

She had found four abandon kittens on her way to work and brought them in hoping to find them homes. I certainly wasn’t in the market; while I adored cats, the apartment complex in which I lived prohibited animals. Still, I looked into the box and let out a loud sigh. Four fuzzy faces with blue eyes were looking up at a group of smiling women gushing phrases of adoration. A chorus of “mew, mew, mew” chimed from their tiny little mouths. Oh. My. God. They were so cute I couldn’t stand it.
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