After my cat brought home puppies from who knows where, a policeman knocked on the door. His words made my heart stop. That evening had begun so peacefully. I was folding laundry when my daughter, Lili, suddenly shouted from the living room. “Mom! Marsa has something in her mouth again!”
I rushed over and froze — our tabby cat was gently carrying a tiny puppy, just like the four sleeping in a cozy basket in the corner. Marsa placed the new one beside the others, warmed them with her body, and purred like she had always belonged to them. I didn’t know where she found them or why she was bringing them home, but the love in her eyes spoke louder than words.
