You were more sentimental and empathic than your father by a factor of a hundred. And that was especially true of animals. Dostoevsky was sure that, despite his deeds, he would go to heaven because of how many kittens and puppies he washed and gave into good hands, because you were always carrying them around. Fyodor didn't like animals and that's why you didn't have a pet, but you still managed to carry animals in heaps.

When he opened the front door and saw you with a box with five kittens sitting in it, he wanted to close the door back. But now your father, bent over the bathtub, was washing the kittens while you stood nearby.