Feline of the Month

There was a gray small cat in a front cage that held her paw out as if to wave at me. Amused, I found myself waving back. Day after day, I found myself taking the route that would require me to pass the shelter and I would wave at my gray little cat. Before I knew it, the ritual slowly became more than just amusement. It became something I looked forward to – the wave from my little gray cat.