As chaplain in a university residence hall, I am supposed
to uphold all of the school rules, which include a ban on
pets. That changed when a kitten adopted me.
The freshmen in my dorm kept my secret. They covered for
me by calling my kitten “the Book,” since I had so many in
my room.
One morning I was leaving the dorm with the kitten in a
carrier. A student stopped me and asked, “Where are you
taking the Book?”
I exlained that I was taking the kitten to the vet. “She’s
getting neutered today,” I told him.
“Hmmm,” the student responded, “no sequels.”