As Kristine Malone waited for her train in New York City, she suddenly heard an unusual, panicked sound near the tracks. Something soft but urgent kept breaking through.
She paused, unsure at first if her mind was playing tricks on her. But then it came again, sharper this time. A cry that didn’t fit and couldn’t be ignored.
Drawn to the edge of the platform, she looked down, and that’s when she saw him. A tiny orange kitten, caught between gravel and stone, was crying his lungs out.
In a place where everything moves fast and no one stops for long, he had nowhere to go… and no way out on his own…