Her wild streak had diminished. And then it faded completely. We came back from a six-week-long trip to find that she was off her feed, even though she was cared for daily in our absence. Her dry food no longer appealed to her, so we opened a can. She licked the juices but wouldn’t eat. I took her water bowl to wherever I found her lying, on the deck or in a flower bed. Then, she even stopped drinking. Now, she wanted to be petted. Being a feral cat, we knew she knew how to

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When I prayed for divine appointments, I wasn’t even sure what I was asking. We were leaving for a road trip that would take parts of...