One June 11, the feast...
One June 11, the feast of Saint Barnabas, I went to the animal shelter. I was not looking
for the cutest kitten or the friendliest cat. I was on a specific mission. Since my gift is to
love any kind of cat, I was interested in one who was not easily adoptable. I looked at the
kittens and cats up for adoption and then I asked a question of the attendant who was
feeding them. "Is there one here who is having a really hard time getting adopted?" The
answer was immediate. "Yes. This one." Gus was a little roly-poly tabby kitten. "What is