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.

Governments can recognize rights, but no government creates rights
Creative process can be very ugly, but I need to share mine with you
They won’t listen to arguments; they might listen to honest art
Trying to force others to be like us destroys loving relationships
We never get enough of whatever lets us feel safe being ourselves
Are we destined to become our parents? Or can we be different?
Sad, but true: Neither Ron Paul nor any libertarian has chance to win