HE SAID HE FOUND HER IN A DITCH—BUT THE COLLAR HIDDEN IN HIS POCKET TOLD A DIFFERENT STORY
He came into the shop every Thursday morning, always with a smile and the faint scent of sawdust and motor oil. But today was different. His jacket was zipped halfway up, and from it, a tiny paw peeked out. A kitten, fast asleep against his chest. She had cream-colored fur, her ears twitching like she…