My Son Brought Home a One-Eyed Cat Because He Said They Matched—Two Days Later, a Hidden Note Under Its Collar Left Me in Tears

burned.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard.

I nearly typed:

“My son is seven. He survived cancer. Stop being ugly.”

Before I could send it, Noah walked into the room dragging a shoestring behind him.

“Mom, watch. Captain likes this.”

Captain raised a paw toward the string, completely missed it, then blinked as though that had been his plan all along.

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