Officer Johnson wasn’t expecting to find anything unusual that morning. Just another routine shift, another slow day at the station.
He followed the sound to the alley behind the building—and there, shivering in a damp cardboard box, was the tiniest kitten he had ever seen. Barely a few days old, eyes barely open, its frail body struggling to move.
Without hesitation, he scooped it up and brought it inside, warming it with his hands. Someone found an old bottle, and as he fed the kitten, he couldn’t help but smile.
Who could abandon something so small?
That’s when a thought hit him.
He turned to the station’s security team. “Pull up the cameras from last night,” he said.
