On an ordinary day at a small corner store, I met Mr. Whiskers — a cat with surprising regularity and formality. The shopkeeper treated him like any loyal customer, offering dried fish treats as the cat waited patiently on the counter.
But something changed. One rainy afternoon, Mr. Whiskers appeared tense, staring out the window. The shopkeeper confided that the cat often sensed when something bad was coming. Moments later, a panicked woman burst in: an out-of-control car was speeding toward a school.
As urgency filled the room, Mr. Whiskers locked eyes with me, and I instinctively ran. I reached the scene just in time to pull a child out of harm’s way.