On Nostrand Avenue, a small cat sat among a few scattered belongings, the faint traces of a family that had suddenly vanished. The bustling city moved around him, indifferent to the loss he was still trying to understand.
Every honking horn and passing footstep reminded him of what he’d lost, yet he remained there, patiently waiting for a glimpse of the life he thought he’d never see again.
The sight was heartbreaking. A litter box, a cushion, some toys, and a few basic supplies encircled him as if marking the outline of a life he no longer had.
Pedestrians walking past the busy corner noticed the little cat, but he shied away from attention, crouching low or slipping into hiding whenever someone got too close.
For anyone who stopped to really look, it was clear this wasn’t a feral cat accustomed to life outdoors. This was someone’s pet, confused and frightened, unable to make sense of how his life had changed so suddenly.
After word spread in the neighbourhood, residents began to worry about his safety. Just a few days after he was first spotted, the cat vanished, likely frightened by the sound and presence of the street sweepers…