Annie’s Decision
On Saturday, the animal shelter is filled with voices. Dogs scratch at their doors, baying and yelping, but in a large, wire enclosure, the kitties meow softly. The dog area smells musty, but the kitty pen smells sweet, like alfalfa.
I thread my fingers through the cool wire of the gate. I can't see the kitties because I'm blind. I listen hard. Do any of those meows sound
