He Had No Home, No Family—except for the Cat That Slept on His Chest Every Night. “she Chose Me,” He Said. “that’s All That Matters.”

lungs, I found him sitting up instead of sleeping, his coat wrapped around the cat like she was made of glass. His hands were bare and red, trembling, but he smiled when I handed him a coffee. “She’s not used to this kind of cold,” he said, like he wasn’t shivering. When the outreach van finally stopped, they offered him a bed, a shower, a way out.continue reading …