Sonny has never had a real home. For all of his relatively short life, he’s lived on the street where I live. For most of his life, another neighbor fed him so he wouldn’t starve. She also had him neutered and got him shots. But she and her husband moved a month or so ago, so I’ve taken over feeding him. He doesn’t need just another meal. He needs a real home.
My former neighbor and her husband have seven cats of their own, so they couldn’t take yet another. Sonny and another one they called Tommy were among the strays they regularly fed. When they moved, they couldn’t take them because the neighborhood where they bought their new house has a strict covenant against outdoor animals who roam free. The best she could do was continue to buy food for them — and leave it with me.

What was I when I was a child? I’m still that same person today
I can’t find the balance between expecting too much and too little
What if repairing my worst flaw meant losing my greatest power?
How do you suppose invention of ‘truth machine’ would affect you?
Looking for truth in random noise? Or is there meaning for me in this?
Pinning big hopes on Mitt Romney? He’s a hypocrite on ObamaCare
I am angry that life doesn’t work the way I once learned it should
I’m weary of degenerate society where my values aren’t welcome
If you allow anything to be priority over love and beauty, you’re a fool