I’m still really marveling at how Winslow Stewart McCreedy came into our lives. This year has been a lot of shit. When I started taking care him on the porch, I was fearing a heartbreak end.
Yet, I had a lovely heart-to-heart with his former owner last week. She said the cat would be good for my chronically ill girlfriend. She of the house people warned us about, yet she’s been one of the kindest folks I’ve met here in the harbor.
You can’t know. You can’t judge.