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 home.”
He later showed me a photo—him, his daughter Lily, and a kitten just like this one. “Her name was Clementine,” he said. “Lily’s best friend.”
Years ago, Lily died in an accident. Clementine disappeared. And now, here she was—found again.
A vet confirmed it: same microchip, same name, same old address.
At the house, Arthur found signs Clementine had been cared for. A neighbor, Mrs. Gable, had been feeding her. She also mentioned a young woman visiting—who looked like Lily.
Arthur discovered Lily had a twin sister, given up for adoption. She’d unknowingly kept Clementine safe, drawn by a connection she never understood.
Through Clementine, Arthur found family he didn’t know he had. A little kitten brought love full circle—a reminder that even in loss, life finds a way to reconnect us.
