The Cat Angel
The cat was an ancient and bedraggled tabby who had been fortunate enough to find himself on the doorstep of the shabby little grey house on the side of a very busy highway. His appearance would arouse compassion in anyone, he was so very frail. Dirty and dusty from the road he lay panting and managed with the last of his strength to emit a feeble meow...a cry for help.
The door opened. To his dimming eyes the woman appeared to sparkle. Her pleasant face and gentle appearance gave him hope.
She narrowed her eyes the better to evaluate the creature before her. "I believe I can help you." a gentle voice said. Putting a capful of her special herbal mixture into a bowl of warm milk she gently dropped it a bit at a time into his mouth until he found the strength to lift his head and lap eagerly from the bowl. " This should execute a fairly speedy recovery for you." she smiled. Then, picking up the unwieldy bundle of scrawny cat she carried it into the kitchen and placed it on a mat in front of the open fire. "Welcome home." she said softly.
A car sped by outside raising a dust. "John, is that a dead cat beside the road?" "I believe it is Mary. Way out here in the middle of nowhere, not a house in sight for miles. It must have been feral." "Poor little thing." Mary said. "I hope it went without too much suffering."