When he was little, Chance was abused and thrown out of a driving car. Against all odds he survived his injuries and got adopted by a family that gave him a loving home. They named him Chance – because he got a second one at life.
It’s dark and quiet. I feel the warm pillow against my cheek and suddenly the paws and weight of a cat stepping on my left calf, wobbling a little, then slowly balancing on my leg all the way up to my back. Then the weight is gone. Instead I feel paws digging at my arm as if they were trying to dig a tunnel. “Meooow!” More digging. “Meow!”