For Wilshire Baptist Church
A large, long-haired white cat has taken to lounging in our back yard. We see her on the patio, on the walk, in the flower beds, drinking from the birdbath. She moves slowly and gingerly – as if she’s stalking some unseen prey, or maybe she has arthritis or some other ailment. Whatever, we’re OK with her hanging out but we won’t feed her because, frankly, we don’t want to become the feral cat headquarters of our Embree neighborhood.
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