The Cat Litter Crisis

I’m an honest man; I merely report what I see. While going to the drugstore for my brother a scruffy, bearded panhandler asked me for help. It seems he was out of cat litter and his poor cat was down to a little pile in the corner of his box. I said, “Most folks would just let the cat outside.” The beggar replied: “I really need some help.” I responded, “Everybody does.”

As I pulled out and drove away he threw a sarcastic “Thank You!” my way.

Lord, take me now!

True Stories are The Best Kinds of Stories.

About The Twentieth Man

Age 69
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