Cairo may be everybody's baby, but Max is my baby... my baby boy. (It's not my intention to mortify my adult son, on the brink of moving to university, growing a beard since middle school, eloquent, a standard-bearer for thinking and behaving with integrity... it's only that when I see him, I see an entire life, from it's earliest moments, and I am emotionally unraveled, reduced to the most basic senses of affection and connection. I go to our beginning, and my heart is tugged.) But... the kitten... we are all enjoying Cairo and his irresistible manners, his baby poses, his playful humor, the snuggles, the laughs he inspires. Oh, dear, how soon before he's off to some college, too, or replying in a manly, grown-cat voice??