For months, Mike saw the same homeless man outside the grocery store—late 50s, hollow cheeks, torn jacket, always sitting in the same spot like the world had forgotten him. But what got Mike wasn’t the man. It was the tiny black cat tucked inside his coat. Her little head would peek out, shivering, pressed against his chest like she knew it was the only warm place left on earth. One night Mike finally stopped. Bought him a coffee. Squatted down and asked, “What’s her name?” The man stroked the c

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