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.”
The first time I saw him was on a chilly Tuesday night in early autumn. He was outside the 24-hour laundromat, curled up on a ripped, faded camping mat that …
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.” Read More