A Stray Cat Named Dabai Finds a Quiet Place to Rest
The cat sat in the dust, his fur matted, his eyes dull. He looked up, unafraid. I stopped walking. The street was quiet, just him and me. His tail flicked once, slow, like he was testing the air. I knelt, my knees stiff from years of mornings. He didn’t run. He tilted his head, let …