Sandra Bashaw

In January of 2008, a half-grown tuxedo cat started hanging around our house. He was friendly. For a week or so we'd talk to him and give him some pets as we went in and out of our house. We suspected he was sleeping under our front porch. After some days I figured the cat was hungry; all we had in the house was dog food/kibble so I put some out for him, thinking that he'd soon find his way home. Most days he'd come around to the back of the house and peer into the basement w

Last night I watched a bit of news coverage of the celebration of the restoration of the Notre Dame Cathedral de Paris. I'm not Catholic,...