To the Woman at Petco,
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Saturday night, when I was leaving Petco, I noticed four shopping carts outside, overflowing with cases of cat food, large bags of dry food and various cat toys. I asked an employee if this was for a cat rescue organization. She said no, it was bought by you – a kind woman with an acre of land who welcomes strays, ferals and unwanted and dumped cats. The employee told me that you spend $400 a week of your own money. You don’t receive donations. You don’t expect praise or recognition. I smiled at you as the employee helped load up your car. There was nothing about you or your car that would indicate you to be wealthy. In fact, I’m guessing it’s not an abundance of money in your bank account that makes you do what you do, but an abundance of love in your heart. I think I speak for all cats when I say you are truly an angel and I wish you lots of purrs, head-bonks and lap-kneading in appreciation for all that you do.
Katniss, Cat Reporter[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]