Years later, I still keep her collar next to the shawarma spices. It reminds me that sometimes, justice doesn’t wear a badge or carry a gun.
Sometimes, justice walks on four paws and never meows twice in the same way.
Life’s weird like that.
You can bury truth. But it claws back out.
So if something feels off, follow your gut. Or the cat. Whichever comes first.
Thanks for reading this story. If it moved you, share it with someone. Like it. Spread it. You never know who might need to be reminded:
Even the smallest messengers can carry the biggest truths.
