When I first saw Ender and Bean, it was in a photo on the HART Web site, and their names were Tangerine and Nick. Tangerine and Nick are not appropriate names for mischievous imps like these calico-cat brothers, so my beau and I decided to name them after two characters from one of our fave books, Ender’s Game (by Orson Scott Card; read it). And so Ender and Bean became part of the family, by which I mean they run my life and I would die without them. Without HART, the Cumberland-based shelter that houses its cats in a big open space where they can play, sleep, and hide, I wouldn’t know what it’s like to walk into the bathroom and find a drowsy cat curled up in my sink. I wouldn’t know what it’s like to come home to look-alike meowing faces that depend on me for food and love. I wouldn’t know how cute it is to find sleeping kittens entwined in each other, or how fun it is to play with them as they grow older. (I would sleep through the night without the constant interruption of nocturnal purring machines, but that’s another story.) Suffice it to say that HART changes lives for the better, and not just those of their homeless cats.
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