Max, the new cat, and Joe-joe, the old cat, have had an expectedly rough beginning, so the day that their greeting simply consisted of some intense feline sniffing was cause for great rejoicing among the children. But the underlying expectations in their jubilation had previously escaped me until I heard Isabelle proclaim, "Oh, now they like being with each other! Peter, come on, now there are going to be baby kittens!" And expectantly she sat down in front of the two cats to wait.
Unable to discern the best angle from which to attack this misunderstanding, I left truth in the hands of time.
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