Two kittens: one black, one Siamese, born in an alleyway. They’re hiding and afraid. Rescued: crammed in cages, stacked on cages in a shelter overburdened. Astrid, the Siamese, gets sick.
My fiancé and I adopt her. She’s sweet and lovely but needs medication daily. Vi’s also sick; they’re good company.
“She’ll need a friend for when you’re cancer free,” I say.
When I learn she has a missing sister, my mission becomes clear. My search leads to a glass box where Kora has waited for 8 months. She stares accusingly.
Reunited, they rub heads. “Some stories end happily,” Vi says, smiling.