A Soaked Kitten by the Overpass Found a Home—And Slowly Learned What It Means to Be Loved
The traffic didn’t slow. Cars passed in waves, loud and impatient, splashing through the shallow rain along the roadside. He was there—small, black, and still—no bigger than a handful of shadow. I didn’t see him at first. Just something low and dark near the overpass, something that moved when it shouldn’t have. The First Touch …