…from a cat. My furry friend is Richard Parker. I was feeling alone, ill-prepared for upcoming situations, questioning myself, down and sad. I was giving up, in my mind, just giving up. I thought, don’t even bother to grab a bite to eat from the kitchen. Yeah, you’ve not eaten, but having to get up is worse.

Then, my favorite orange tabby got involved.

I know this cat loves and helps me beyond measure. I hope he feels that way about me.