The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered. It was late and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source of crying. I didn't even look at the cat. I just picked him up because he was crying. He was just a black kitten left all alone. She took him to her family. They instantly loved him. He was no longer sad. They named him Michael.
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