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.”
I first saw him outside the 24-hour laundromat, curled up on that torn camping mat as if it were a five-star mattress. The cat—a small orange one, missing half an ear—was draped across his chest, rising and falling with every slow breath he took. He looked peaceful, but you could tell life had beaten him…