Trekhprudny Lane

The vet Yuri came to check on our street kittens. He held one up in the air, looked it over, and shook his head reprovingly (tsk tsk tsk). Oh, no, I thought; here we go with the feline leukemia. "Too much food," he said. "Kittens should be hungry." Huh? I retrieved the potbellied kitten from him and held it protectively. "It's the American way," I said. "I know," he replied, patting his own girth.