A Stray Cat’s Quiet Journey to a Warm Lap and a New Name
The old cat sat on the sidewalk, his orange fur dulled by years of dust. His eyes, half-closed, held a story no one knew. He didn’t move much. Neighbors said he’d been there forever, a shadow slipping between fences, surviving on scraps. Twelve years, they guessed, maybe more. A long time to go without a …