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【英文原文2】
To be honest，I felt somewhat relieved because I didn’t know what I would have done with her．I visited with my parents，and as I was leaving，I told them to call me if the kitty came around their place and I would come pick her up．I kidded my father，saying，“Of course，you could keep her if you wanted，”to which he replied，“Not on your life．”I supposed that my dad wasn’t that interested in having pets，particularly cats．
That night there was a call on my answering machine from my father．The kitty had actually shown up on their front doorstep．He said he had her in the house and she was okay，but could I come pick her up the next day？My heart sank．What am I going to do with t his cat？I thought．I didn’t have the heart to take her to the pound，and I was sure that my room－mate wasn’t feeling up for a hospital trip to treat a cat－induced asthma attack．I couldn’t see a solution．
I called my father the next day and told him I would come over and pick up the kitty．To my great surprise，he said not to rush．He had gone out and bought a cat box（oh，no．），cat food and a little dish．I was amazed and thanked him for his generosity．He proceeded to tell me what a character the kitten was and how late the previous night she had been zooming back and forth across the floor．I listened，open－mouthed．The topper came when he said that“Kitty”came up and lied on his chest when he was lying down．I asked，“You let her do that？”
“Oh yes．I pet her and I could feel her motor running，”he replied lovingly．“So take your time，dear，finding a home for her．I can keep her until you do．”
I was floored．My dad，Mister“Keep－Those－Dogs－Outside，”had a kitty purring on his chest．In his bed，no less．
As the weeks went on，Dad got weaker．His cancer had reappeared．Yet whenever I called Dad，I heard more and more about how cute Kitty was，how she zoomed around，how loud her motor was，how she followed him everywhere．When I was at the house，my father would call for her，have her come up on his lap，pet her，talk to her and say how much he loved her．
“Dad，aren’t you allergic to cats？”I asked once，as he was putting his hand kerchief away after one of his infamous loud honks．He just shrugged his shoulders and smiled sheepishly．
As he got sicker，and could barely move without terrible pain，one of his few joys was to have Kitty lay on his chest．He would pet her and say，“Listen，her motor is running．That’s a good Kitty，good Kitty．”We all watched in awe at Dad’s unabashed affection for this little feline．
Kitty worked her magic on both Dad and me．Charming a reluctant pet－owner，the little cat became one of my father’s single greatest comforts in his final days．And me？Kitty opened my eyes to the wonder and my story of how life unfolds．She taught me to listen to my heart，even when my head is saying no．I didn’t realize on that unusual night that I was simply a messenger．An unknowing courier delivering a most beautiful and needed friend．
