5th Jun 2025
Once upon a time, in a quiet town with leafy trees and sunny skies, lived a little boy named Max. Max loved books, hot chocolate, and watching the world go by from his favorite spot — a wooden bench in the park. One chilly autumn afternoon, Max spotted something under the bench. Two yellow eyes. And a soft, shivering meow. It was a stray cat—thin, scruffy, and scared. "Hey there, kitty," Max whispered, kneeling down slowly. "Are you cold?" The cat didn’t move. Just stared with wide, worried eyes. Max gently placed a piece of his sandwich on the ground. Then he sat on the bench and waited. The cat waited too.
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The next day, Max came back—with a little blanket and a small bowl of warm milk. He named the cat Whiskers. Each day after school, Max visited Whiskers. He told him stories, shared snacks, and never tried to grab or chase him. Little by little… Whiskers came closer. One day, Whiskers leapt up beside Max and curled into a soft, purring ball on his lap. From that day on, they were inseparable. Max would read to Whiskers, and Whiskers would follow Max through the park like a furry shadow. When winter came, Max asked his parents, “Can Whiskers come live with us?” And guess what? They said yes. Now Whiskers has a cozy bed, plenty of tuna, and a best friend who loves him more than anything. And every evening, Max still sits on the park bench—only now, with a warm, purring friend beside him.
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