Haunting Our Hearts and Pocketbook
We were moving, but our resident non-human, Toast, refused to cooperate.
“Let’s call him Toast, he’s the color of toast,” and ten-year-old Jason christened our new kitten because of the light brown splotches dotting his white fur.
Toast became a spoiled member of the family, demanding food, water and hugs, and forbidding other animals from entering his domain. Visiting dogs…