Little Boy Gave His Umbrella To A Stray Cat—And That’s Not Even The Part That Got Me

It was raining hard—the kind that soaks your socks fast. Everyone rushed by, heads down.

Except the kid.

He couldn’t have been more than five. Blue hat with a pom-pom, soaked shoes, crouched by a storefront.

He’d found a cat. Wet, still, alone.

Without saying a word, he held his tiny umbrella over it. No adult around.

Then, carefully, he propped the umbrella by the window and tucked a napkin underneath.

It was a note:
“For you to stay dry. I hope your person comes back.”

I couldn’t walk away.

I waited. No one came. I took the cat home.

I named it “Pom-Pom.” Fed it, cared for it.

Weeks later, a woman saw us. “Is that Mittens?” she asked, tearfully. It was her son’s cat—the boy with the blue hat.

His small act of kindness brought the cat back home.

Kindness matters. Even the smallest act can change everything.