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2 years ago
My kitty showed up on my doorstep one day, hungry and thirsty and unhealthy and skinny and sad. The thing about him is though—a few years ago, I had an orange cat named Riley whom I loved more than any cat I’ve ever had. He died. It was really, really hard for me. And still is. But, this orange cat shows up on my doorstep. And so I keep him and I call him Riley. I know that God brought him to me. I thank Him every day for doing that. He’s such a wonderful cat.
