Requiem for a Neighborhood Bully
He was small but mighty
We adopted Dusty when I was in elementary school. He was a gray and white kitten that my older brother rescued from a tree on a blustery November day.
We hid Dusty in the basement and played with him the rest of the afternoon, not realizing that my mom heard our exclamations of his cuteness the moment we walked into the house. She also…