My parents had a dog before I was born. Ginger was the result of a purebred German Shepherd who lived in rural Agoura and a coyote who jumped the fence when she was in heat.
"She'll eat the baby!" they insisted, "You must destroy your dog!"
The week after I was born, the foreman of my father's manufacturing firm came to him. The cat who had lived in the loading area who had given birth a week before had been killed.
He knew my mother.
He brought that kitten home.