Tonight I was down in Meor Chaim, southern Tzfat. It was a bit creapy as most people from these parts haven’t returned yet. You can’t really blame then when building 9, 10, and 12 were hit by rockets. While down there I went into the otherwise busy shul of Meor chaim. It was empty except for me and a wild Israeli Katul, cat. I told him, my little friend, you can’t be here. You are not tahar to be in a Bais Medresh I said to him soft but firmly. I told him he had to leave in two languages but mostly I spoke from the heart. I was amazed that the Israeli cat which usually runs from people simply allowed me to open the door for him and then he gently walked past me. So my firneds, you want to know what Tzfat is like during the war? Even the cats are lonely!
Anyone want to be Reb Moshe’s friend?