In October 2008, when I was a few months out of college and working a retail job that made me feel like a total waste of space, my brother-in-law called us and offered us two week-old kittens he'd found in a garage.
I jumped at the chance to escape my miserable work life and took some time off for an "emergency caregiving situation" (to this day, perhaps the biggest lie by omission I have ever told).





















