I was not a cat person until, out of pity, I fed, tamed, and took in took in a near feral black and white stray cat that was living in the yard. He is now a happy, content, mostly indoor cat and spends his time near me, sleeping on my bed, or angling for treats before he will eat his meals of premium cat food. Well, I guess I am a cat person now.
I asked a [Cuban-refugee] friend who operated a car repair shop, “Why is that cat holding its narrow tail straight-out?”
He replied, “Humberto soaked its tail in gasoline and set it on fire.”
Later, my friend sent me a photo printout of Humberto listed as an arrested pedophile.
“They’re not sending their best.”