One quiet afternoon, I saw a strange cat sitting in my garden. She rested calmly near a bush, looking cautious. I noticed she had a tag around her neck, so I gently approached to read it. Her name was “Archibald,” and below it was a phone number.
Out of curiosity, I dialed the number. On the other end, a woman answered with a shaky voice. When I mentioned the cat, she went silent for a few seconds, then burst into tears. She told me Archibald had gone missing three years ago.
