My Son Came Home Carrying a One-Eyed Ginger Cat Because He Said They Were Alike – But Two Days Later, the Note Hidden Beneath the Collar Left Us in Tears

“Honey, he could belong to someone.”

“No, look at him. He needs us, Mom.”

My eyes moved to the old leather collar around his neck. Somebody had cared for this cat once.

“We can’t just keep him,” I said carefully.

“Then we help him until we find who lost him.”

I glanced toward the unpaid bills sitting beside the toaster. We could barely manage as it was.

“Please, Mom. He’s hurt.”

I reached down and touched the cat gently on the head. He leaned into my hand.

“Okay,” I whispered. “We’ll help him.”

Noah finally smiled.