A Stray Cat Named Teddy Finds Home in a Quiet Heart
The cat sat alone on a Brooklyn sidewalk, dirt matted in his fur. His eyes, dull with weariness, met mine, asking for something I couldn’t name. He didn’t run when I approached. His body, thin and scratched, seemed to sigh under the weight of the streets. I knelt, offering a hand. He sniffed it, then …