
Dumpling
A few months ago a very tiny and skinny cat showed up at my house. She would sit on the front porch in the sunbeam or in the bushes. I started to leave food for her. I could never tell if she had a home or not. I named her Mousie. Today, when we opened the back door she was there, dead. She maybe got hit by a car. So Gunther and I organized a small funeral and buried her under the plum tree.