She can feel tears stinging her eyes. Pounce has managed to climb off of her and finds refuge on one of her pillows, curling up into a ball and drifting to sleep.
"Anders, what do we do with it-- him or her? We can't raise a child! I don't even know the first thing about it!"
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"Anders, what do we do with it-- him or her? We can't raise a child! I don't even know the first thing about it!"