Their Cats Were Their Children
Among the many stories I continue to remember is one night when I went to visit him at home to have him review my progress on my dissertation,
He had a folding card table set up in his family room where we met.
My various pages were in piles on the table as we were discussing
sections of my dissertation.
While we talked one of their cats jumped up on the table and
walked around and around on my type pages of my dissertation.
He didn't chase it away.
Eventually he picked it up and placed it gently the floor under the table
perhaps a morale for this short story:
"Do no harm to any living thing.
Show love for all that is alive."
Among the many stories I continue to remember is one night when I went to visit him at home to have him review my progress on my dissertation,
He had a folding card table set up in his family room where we met.
My various pages were in piles on the table as we were discussing
sections of my dissertation.
While we talked one of their cats jumped up on the table and
walked around and around on my type pages of my dissertation.
He didn't chase it away.
Eventually he picked it up and placed it gently the floor under the table
perhaps a morale for this short story:
"Do no harm to any living thing.
Show love for all that is alive."
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