Can Terminators feel love?

The talk about love

...2:39 PM...Pureville...

...May 25th,2015...

"What about love?" John asks, as the kittens are fast asleep in his lap.

"There are various definitions for love," Uncle Bob said. "Be specific."

"A warm fluffy feeling towards the very one important person in your life," John said.

"Which is you," Uncle Bob said.

"No,no,no," John said, shaking his hands.  "I don't mean THAT way!"

"Then what?" Uncle Bob asks.

"It is kind of hard to explain," John said, lowering his hands down right on the furry backs to the kittens. "It is mainly you care deeply for them."

"Sounds easy," Uncle Bob said, stopping at a no-kill shelter. "That definition of love is consistent with 80%  of the results."

"What about the other 20%?" John asks, stroking a snuggling kitten.

"Soul mates,"  Uncle Bob said, parking the truck. He unbuckles himself. "Give me the kittens."

The no-kill shelter has dark blinds covering the windows, a poster on the glass window in the middle of the door reading 'we love dogs, beware!' with a the image of a dog bone situated right under the text, and there are overgrown plants alongside the building. There is a sign above connected to several bars hooked down on the roof. The sign is technically a huge wide poster reading 'no-kill animal shelter'. Uncle Bob goes into the shelter holding the litter of kittens in his arms. How did he get in? Simple! Uncle Bob used his boot to gently push the door open so he wouldn't drop the kittens in his arms.

Buick Catlin,the manager of the no kill shelter, looks up from the old dog in her lap while sitting on a bean bag hearing the door chime.

"Meow," The calico kitten mews, lifting its head up.

Buick saw Uncle Bob.

"Isn't it the animal lover guy brought in another round of baby animals?" Buick asks.

"Affirmative," Uncle Bob said.

"Bob, you can stop acting like a robot," Buick said, with a laugh sliding the old dog onto the bean bag.

The old dog whines wagging his tail slightly.

"I try," Uncle Bob said.

"Meow," The calico kitten meows, walking over the little siblings carefully.

"Ah, where did you find them this time?" Buick asks.

"Under a stop light," Uncle Bob said.

"Come here, little fella's," Buick said, taking three of the sleeping kittens into her arms. Buick walks over to a playpen where playful kittens are playing with toys and some are sleeping all over the place in hilarious positions. One is asleep in the holes sticking halfway out of the playpen. "You are here until someone comes for you."

Uncle Bob slides the sleeping kitten out of the hole.

The sleeping kitten lands on their back with a plop.

Uncle Bob puts the rest of the kittens into the playpen.

"We're going to have to move these little guys to Houston for a better chance to get a forever home," Buick said. "It sickens me how owners leave their pets to die."

The three awakened kittens stroll about, some of them chase after another,a few play, and four of them are curled up asleep.

"It disgusts me, too," Uncle Bob said.