When My Marriage Ended, an Old Shelter Cat Taught Me What Home Means

The shelter called her a divorce victim, and I laughed until I saw how she slept on only half the bed.

I had been living alone for eleven days when I went to the shelter.

Not because I was ready for a pet. Not because I had some big generous heart.

I went because the apartment was too quiet, and …

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