Faith lessons from feral cats

She weighs less than ten pounds and lives, for now, in a deep downtown hole. During the last three months, the feral (wild) cat and her offspring have significantly dented my heart, my wallet and my time. Black Mama, I call her. Only a few people know she exists. Even …

Write the forgiveness cheque

I like my cat, Grace. A lot. But our previously untested relationship hit the wall a few months ago, starting the evening I brought home an overnight guest. A grey puffball of a kitten with round green eyes. “Now, Smoky,” I told her. “Don’t get comfortable. Tomorrow you’re going to …