I looked at Marsa once more, feeling a swell of unexpected pride. My quirky tabby had taken on the role of a foster mother, saving these helpless creatures. Yet, the reality of the situation was undeniable—these puppies belonged to the shelter and had to be returned.
“Will they be okay?” Lili asked, her voice small and worried.
The officer smiled reassuringly. “We’ll make sure they are. The shelter will be glad to have them back, and they’ll ensure they get proper care.”
Mrs. Miller, her initial sternness softening, added, “It was quite a sight, really. Your cat’s got a heart of gold.”
I nodded, grateful for her change in tone. “Thank you, both of you, for understanding.”
