The cats, by Deb Katie
In our old neighborhood, which was near a school and a large shopping center and far from the coyote-filled hills where I live now, we had a pretty decent population of feral cats. They were cute, and I enjoyed having them around–there was one, a very pretty tri-color, that I named “Ardi” (short for Bacardi) and took pictures of through the screen door as he lounged in the late afternoon…