Simon

I was introduced to this apparently rather quiet and retiring boy last month by fellow volunteer Karen. She felt for him because he’s so skinny and doesn’t always stick up for himself enough to get his fair share of wet food from the communal dishes, and so she asked me if I could give him a little plate of his own after I was done feeding all the caged cats. I of course did so, and Simon was very happy, both for the food and for the attention that went with it.

Karen has another reason to want to go that extra distance in looking out for Simon: his physical appearance (skinny, even boney body everywhere except for his round belly) could be a sign of cancer.

I had another visit with him today. He was so pleased to be photographed (or simply pleased with the attention that went with it) that he followed me around so I could pay attention to him more easily.

It can take so little to make their day. And what great pleasure when you do.