They say that you can't have a second child until you've forgotten how hard it is to have a baby around. Our minds are good at dismissing the four-a-night feedings and colic and explosive poo and really good at remembering the downy heads and baby smells. So it is with kittens. We always remember how cute they are, with their string-playing and tiny meows. We forget this:
The razor-sharp needle claws. Note to self: Newton does not want to be picked up just now. The eye goobers can wait.
