They call me Socks. I adopted several families here on McCreary Avenue a few winters ago when times were tough and I was thin as a rail. Unbeknownst to one another, the Edds, Roberts and Burton families all took pity on me and set out food. With three large meals a day, I was fat and healthy by Spring. Once the families ventured outside and began exchanging neighborhood news my secret was out, but they didn’t mind. All were happy to feed me for a little of my attention. I’ve watched my families grow with the addition of the Burton’s boy, the Edds’ twin boys, and the two Helwig girls across the street. Children can be wild and unpredictable, but they don’t bother me. As long as they give me my space and pet me gently, I’ll stick around and allow them to feed me.
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