He Had No Home, No Family—except for the Cat That Slept on His Chest Every Night. “she Chose Me,” He Said. “that’s All That Matters.”
The first time I saw him was outside the 24-hour laundromat, tucked into the corner where the flickering neon sign cast a pale pink glow over the cracked sidewalk.He was lying on a ripped camping mat, curled up like he’d finally found a position that didn’t hurt. Across his chest was a cat — small,…