I’ve had fun watching my boyfriend feed a stray cat and her kittens these past few weeks. They are learning that there is a pattern forming: Karl opens the back door, whistles and sets a bowl of food on the deck. They hear the whistle and come running, only to stop mid-step as they realize they aren’t really sure what a human is and what danger could lurk beyond that white door.
You can see the longing on their faces: …
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