Dean is a shelter baby. My sister has his twin brother. I worked together with a rescue org to get him out of the shelter because he was only a few weeks old, couldn't (or wouldn't) eat the shelter food and had an eye infection. He would have died or been put down.
In my most miserable days, I used to drive over to the shelter on my lunch and take every single kitty out of the cage to pet, hold and love. I also dropped off cans of premium food because sometimes it's the only thing the littlest kittens would eat. It was salve for the soul. After a few months of this, they brought in baby Dean and his sib - and, well, after holding those two, I couldn't let go.
The trouble with having an open mind is that people put things in it.
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