by Arwa Mahdawi on (#6MA6Y)
I thought finding Karma - yes, that is the cat's name - would make me beloved and cherished by my neighbourhood. Unfortunately, not so muchA couple of weeks ago I went to go see a woman about a cat. The woman was my neighbour (we'll call her L) and she had lost her tabby, Karma. (That's the cat's name - I'm not saying L had it coming.) Karma had been gone for weeks and her family was distraught. The entire neighbourhood had been trying, without luck, to look for her.And then, one day, when I was looking out of the window, I saw Karma peeking out from the dilapidated shed at the bottom of my garden, just a couple of doors down from her official home. I was thrilled. Not just because I'd get to reunite the pet with her family but - rather more selfishly - I thought this might elevate me to local hero" status in my Philadelphia neighbourhood. Continue reading...