Ponderings… Golden eyes, golden heart

Around three and a half years ago, an elderly, thin, feral cat approached me as I was eating lunch outside the newspaper office, and she captured a piece of me. For two long years, I made daily trips to her alleyway behind the newspaper office, to feed her and tell her sweet things. In time, she slowly began to trust me, and I was able to gently pet her as she ate the food I brought to her. She was in all ways feral, and was certainly scrappy looking, but I grew to adore her. It was my dream to