The leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations

Today Linguisa (aka Little Link as the name means Portuguese small sausage) died. He was the baby in our house (aka kitty kingdom). Gabriel found him about two months ago dirty and flea-covered wandering around the compound. So he took him, cleaned him, fed him, and then Linguisa followed us like a shadow incessantly. He was never content unless he was by our sides and even just last night spent quality time with Papa Gabriel in front of the charcoal fire watching the beans cook and the bread rise. But then we think he took a fall of death. You see, we don’t have normal tranquil kitties. We have gangsta kitties who are not content to just hang out on our spacious back porch. No, several of them busted a hole in our screen and escaped. We patched it with more screen and then cardboard but still those gangsta kitties would bust through. But Linguisa wouldn’t escape for the outside, no, he would scale the screen to the top of the metal roof and then climb into the 10 inch space