12/09/2025
In his bent hand lay a tiny kitten. It curled up into a ball, as if it had always been there: safe, cared for. The man held it with such gentleness, as if it were a fragile piece of paper and unfulfilled dreams. The kitten slept, tucking its paws under its chin, and purred loudly - so loudly that it drowned out the noise of the train.
He found the kitten in an alley behind the bakery. Wet, shivering, meowing pitifully. He gave it the last piece of his sandwich and wrapped it in the only dry scarf.
The homeless man thought he would give him only one warm night. But he didn't leave.
He found a note on the bench. Someone promised help if they brought him back alive.
It said:
"Her name is Mina. Please don't leave her. If you find her - take her home."
On the back - a phone number...
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