Tom is a good cat who doesn’t bother anybody. He knows he is privileged to get to sleep inside and when he comes in he does his best to find a quiet spot. Sometimes when he’s in the living room he gets this look on his face like, “Really? I’m in here? I don’t know how this happened but I’m not going to say anything. I’m just going to sleep right here and be on my best behavior.”

He used to be scared of getting in trouble. Sometimes I think he still is, but I like to reassure him that nobody’s mad at him. We do have one cat who doesn’t like him inside. Cats can be fairly territorial but they don’t mind sharing as long as everyone respects everybody’s space. I don’t know where he goes to the bathroom. I’ve never seen it.

One of the boys shares an affinity with Tom. He said to us one time, “See? I’m just like Tom. Nobody cares about him but he still survives.” It made me laugh to hear him say that but it also made me sad because both are true in some way. But I know lots of people care about him and I know at least two of us care about Tom. Since God is love’s source, there is always enough.