On most mornings around nine-thirty, I look out my apartment window here in Downtown Covington, Kentucky and watch an older neighbor in a motorized wheelchair cross the street. I know in his lap is a bag of Little Friskies cat food. I also know where the man is going. He and I have talked about it.
My neighbor is heading towards a side street and an abandoned house where he’ll be feeding some kittens. Their mother got hit by a car more than a few weeks ago.
Rain or shine, he makes that trip every morning. It’s like his mission in life is to keep those kittens alive. Sometimes I think the kittens are keeping him alive too.
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