I’m a sap at heart. Well, sometimes. Usually I’m stopped in my tracks when the universe reminds me I have left a small dent in it for the better.
Thunderhead and I rolled into the parking lot behind the apartment building a little after 1:00 Sunday morning after an enthusiastic night of board games. As I’m lumbering up to my garage door, I see a small kitty dart out of one of the open garages and hide under the truck parked two stalls down from mine. It’s not unusual to have a stray or two around. I mean, Mamma kitty and Seamus were never domesticated, and I can only imagine they’re out being fruitful and multiplying. We’ve started seeing Mamma more these days since she’s expecting again, and the garages offer a little more warmth and protection to her.