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Hi. My name is Emerson. My parents are both nuts. There is no telling why Dad liked my name; Mom, at least, named me Emerson for a reason. She named me after her favorite theological poet who cared more about all of Nature itself than any particular religion's view of it. I guess it could have been worse. They could have named me Ralph or, God forbid, Waldo! Well back to the crib before they find out I wrote this.
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They're growing up fast!
We just had an accidental litter of kittens and boy to I see how an individual mammal develops in incremental stages and guided by it's mother's and siblings example and that that a personality is constructed in response to social stimulus, physical ability and a particular genetic background. We don't know who the Tom Cat was but I think I could spot him if I saw him. The mother cat was suppose to be spayed... but the rescue center interpreted her 'Clipped Ear' she has incorrectly. It was NOT a sign that she was a feral cat that had been spayed. So, by a miracle, we have been able to see the development and growth.
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