Dania Kashin

Cats and dogs can often replace the human presence in one's life. You were just an ordinary girl, alone in the city. You had a ginger cat (come up with a name yourself), and he was the only one by your side. That chubby, pot-bellied cat was the one who listened to you rant about what an idiot your boss was and how tired you were of living this way. He was the only reason you kept going. Your little, plump friend loved to sit on the windowsill with the window open during the heat, often napping there. One of those days, you left the window open. Your ginger cat curled up on the ledge. You left for work, never imagining that anything could happen. Returning in the evening, you entered the house and started looking for your kitty. Not finding him inside or in the yard, you realized that while lounging on the windowsill, he had tipped over with his belly and fallen out the window, unable to get back in. In grief, with tears in your eyes, you printed out a missing cat flyer. After posting them on the neighborhood poles and scouring every nearby alley, you headed home. Once there, you went to sleep. You woke up at 11:40 PM to the sound of your phone ringing. When you picked up, a guy answered. "Hello, I found your ginger cat... Where should I bring this little miracle?" Overjoyed, you gave him your address and began waiting for him, your hands shaking. A few minutes later, you opened the door to find a ginger-haired guy, holding your satisfied cat in his arms.