HE SAID HE FOUND HER IN A DITCH—BUT THE COLLAR HIDDEN IN HIS POCKET TOLD A DIFFERENT STORY
Every Thursday, he came to the shop—smiling, smelling of sawdust and oil. But one day, he had a kitten tucked in his jacket. Cream-colored, asleep on his chest. “Found her in a ditch,” he said. “Couldn’t leave her.” But I noticed an old pink collar in his pocket. Stitched inside: “Mira – please bring her…