Mookie was brought to us my a young boy in the neighborhood.
"Is this your cat?"
"No."
"Do you want him?"
"No."
Tears well up in his eyes, "My dad will take him to the pound and they'll kill him in three days."
"All right, leave him here, we'll take care of him."
This was just the beginning. It seemed we went through this same dialogue many times over the next few years. The little boy grew up and periodically would come over to visit his cats, often bringing friends to visit too.
