My Grandmother, Nana Sullivan, had a favorite song, "Only Me". It is the only one I remember hearing her sing. The story is of a mother who favors one daughter over another and never regrets it until the neglected child, "Only Me", dies. My father took the message seriously jokingly calling each of us his favorite - eldest son, second son, daughter, etc.

Be it a room full of children or a litter of kittens, I never allow myself to prefer one over the other. The message took when I was very young.

For those of you who think I abuse Alice the Slut - she sleeps with me every night and we discuss her wonderful kittens regularly. Even my cats each think that he/she is the most special kitty. Not a day goes by that I don't think of poor "Only Me". Funny what sticks.