The poor baby was freezing, with no collar and no one around. I dried him off, gave him warm milk, and wrapped him in a soft blanket. He ate like he hadn’t eaten in days, then curled up in my lap and let out the tiniest, most grateful purr I’ve ever heard.
That night I searched everywhere for his owners, but no one came forward. Days turned into weeks, and this sweet boy — now named Rain — became part of our family. He still gets nervous when it rains, but every time a storm hits, he runs to the window and looks out like he’s remembering the day someone finally opened it for him.
