Kristine Malone was waiting for her train in New York City when the routine moment was suddenly broken by a faint, panicked sound drifting up from the tracks below.
She paused, wondering if she’d imagined it. Then the cry came again, small but unmistakable.
Drawn by concern, Kristine leaned over the platform edge and looked down. That’s when she spotted a flash of orange tucked between the gravel and the cold stone wall: a tiny kitten, trapped below and crying out for help.
As soon as it saw her, the little one let out another cry, as if to say, ‘Help me!’…