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.”
I first noticed him outside the 24-hour laundromat, asleep on a torn camping mat with a tiny orange cat curled across his chest. I started bringing leftovers from my night shift—muffins, soup, a grilled cheese—and he always fed the cat…