THE HOMELESS PETS OF HARVARD SQUARE -- by Steve Nadis
I stopped off at CVS on the way back from my daughter's preschool this morning to buy some cat food. "Is that for the homeless guy in front with the cat and dog?" the cashier asked. "People have been buying pet food for him all day."
"No," I replied. "I didn't see the guy. I was selfishly thinking of my own cat."
But upon reflection, the whole thing strikes me as a bit odd. All day long, people have been buying food for the homeless guy's cat and dog, but they're not buying food for the homeless guy himself. Why is it we can't bear the sight of hungry animals, yet we have hardened ourselves to the sight of hungry, homeless people?
