About two years ago, when God looked around and spied Cora, a ragamuffin orphaned cat and Barbara, a disheveled, lonely 90-year-old widow, he knew there was a need for a call to action. It must have broken his kind heart to see Cora's once lustrous fur, now dull and matted from weeks of living alone in a dark closet and to despair at Barbara's tangled, unbrushed hair, slouched shoulders and worn and saggy jammies. God knew how uncomfortable-itchy...