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.

All I wanted was to be your hero, but I still haven’t found my way
Sane people change systems with ideas, not by murdering people
Well, if you really want to know, this is what I’m still looking for
I’d like to help change the world, but politics is no longer my hobby
After years of wasting my life, sands of time are slipping away
We forget how to be happy, but children and animals remember
Flawed bricks can build our lives, because perfection never arrives
Turkey pardon? How about pardons for jailed innocent people instead?