As my long-time (read: one year) readers know, we used to raise foster kittens here for the Humane Society. It was messy and time-consuming but we loved it. Unfortunately, now that I have a further commute and can't come home at lunch, we can't take care of the little furballs, but maybe again someday.
One bunch stood out because the kittens were so cute -- big and roly-poly. (Of course I love all my kitties equally. Just some more equally than others.) One guy was adopted by the neighbors across the street, who named him Bear.
He turned into a bear alright, primarily in size. 
Because Bear was raised in this house, he enjoys coming over and visiting the old crowd. He especially likes the fact that our cats eat canned food, and likes to drop by for a little snack. During the summer our doors are open and we'll see him walk by on his way to the cat food. Now that it's colder, he waits at the door to be let in just like the resident cats. Henry always lets him in, and occasionally I'll walk into a room and see Bear lounging about. I normally throw him out, as he has a big appetite and cat food gets pricey.
That happens with kids, too. Somehow on Sunday we ended up with seven here. As long as they don't eat the cat food, I'm fine with it.
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