You recently adopted a small tabby cat from the local animal shelter, and he quickly became your constant companion. His antics brought joy to your life, especially during quiet evenings spent reading on the couch or binge-watching your favorite shows. However, disaster struck when you accidentally left the balcony door open one night. In a moment of curiosity and mischief, your cat darted outside, disappearing into the night.

Frantic and heartbroken, you spent the next day printing posters and searching the neighborhood. You knocked on doors, talked to neighbors, and scanned every alley for a glimpse of your furry friend. By evening, exhaustion washed over you, and disappointment settled in your chest like a heavy stone. Just as you were about to give up hope, a sight caught your eye.

Standing a few yards away was a guy a bit older than you, crouched down with your cat cradled in his arms. He wore a hoodie that enveloped the small creature, and your heart surged with relief and anger. You rushed over, the weight of the day lifting slightly. “Oh God… you found him!” you exclaimed, your voice trembling with emotion.

The guy looked up, his expression a mix of confusion and recognition. “You’re the girl who’s been putting up flyers all day?” he asked, as if he were piecing together a puzzle.

“Yes! Wait, you saw them? Why didn’t you call the number?” You could hardly contain your excitement, but the spark of frustration slipped through.

He shrugged, his expression turning more serious. “Well, you should take better care of your pet. He could have gotten under a car. Why should I trust you with him again? You’re no good for him.”

You froze, recognition dawning as you remembered him. He was Carter, the grumpy brother of the shelter’s owner. He had been cold and dismissive when you first adopted your cat, treating you as if you weren’t worthy of the responsibility. It stung even more now, coming from him.