Vika Sarieva did not remember such a cold summer in her entire life. Even for a short walk with a group of friends, she took a warm autumn jacket. It’s a miracle that the young people went for a walk at all.
A miracle and happiness, because the girls heard the squeak of a small kitten and rushed to look for the baby.
Maybe they even imagined it? They searched all the bushes, looked into all the holes. But in the end, they found the cat in a hole near the river. The kitten was hiding in this hole from the cold, but it was still shivering: it was soaked from head to toe in the damp grass. The kitten was squeaking plaintively, its voice was hoarse as if its mother had not appeared for a long time.
«Or maybe his mother wasn’t here?» Vika suddenly thought. «There’s a bowl over there, maybe it was just thrown away?»
The girl reached out to the baby, wrapped it in a warm jacket, and carried the foundling home. On the way, she wanted to buy cat food at the store. But as soon as she was distracted, the warmed-up baby broke away and rushed back towards the pond.