Every morning, just as the sun rises and the day begins, he shows up.

He doesn't meow. He doesn’t scratch. He simply stands on his hind legs, places one paw gently against the glass, and looks in with quiet eyes. As if to say,

At first, I thought he belonged to someone nearby. Maybe he was just curious. Maybe he had gotten out and was looking for a way back inside. But as the days passed—and he kept coming—I realized something was different.

So I asked around the neighborhood.

What I found broke my heart.

His former family had moved away. Packed up, locked the doors, and left. But they didn’t take him. For reasons I can’t begin to understand, they left him behind. No note. No arrangements. Just... gone.

And yet, every morning, he comes back.

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