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.

Predictions of doom keep failing, so isn’t it rational to doubt them?
I keep forgetting that I can’t save those who don’t want to be saved
My endorsement goes to the man who can make coercive state work
I don’t really hate you, honest; I’m just afraid you may hurt me
Living without human connection? It’s an empty life with no meaning
FRIDAY FUNNIES
They won’t listen to arguments; they might listen to honest art
New Star Trek film is reminder that adults aren’t running Hollywood
When intense feelings turn numb, something inside has died for me