It was a distressing sight no one could easily forget.

On a quiet street, a small stray cat appeared, moving slowly and awkwardly. Her fur was clumped together, stiff and sticky, covered in rat glue that trapped her with every step. Dust and debris clung to her body, making her look even more fragile and worn.

She could barely walk.

Each movement seemed painful, as if the glue was pulling at her skin. Her breathing was uneven, and when she tried to cry out, only a hoarse, broken sound came from her throat. Yet despite her condition, she kept moving forward.

Toward a girl standing nearby.

The cat’s eyes were filled with desperation, but also something else—hope. As if, somehow, she believed this person might help her.

The girl froze at first, shocked by what she was seeing. The tiny animal looked like it had been through so much, its body trapped and its spirit nearly fading. But the way the cat continued to approach, step by step, made it impossible to ignore.