Turn the Crank

After 3 years of waiting, she’d let herself go. Her hair was greasy and if someone tried to touch her, she shrank away as though the risk of someone breaking her heart again was simply too painful. Months of volunteer time later, I finally conceded that no one else was likely to adopt cranky old Pauline, so I brought this ‘sad sack’ home. Her sudden turn-around took everyone by surprise. With a self-assured grin, she immediately stretched out in a sunny window. Within days, her coat began to shine, and so did her mischievous personality. The little imp now cavorts along the couch, gallops after other cats, and purrs contentedly in laps whenever a coffee break is called. Such happiness is contagious. May it infect many others with the unexplainable urge to adopt.