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“Is this your cat?” the vet asked.

He padded past the produce section, where misters sighed and lettuces glowed green under soft lights. A single grape had fallen to the floor. He batted it once, twice, then watched it roll under a shelf. Later , he thought. kitten latenight supermarket

“Where’d you come from, little guy?” Darius knelt down, ignoring the ache in his knees. Oliver did not run. Instead, he took two cautious steps forward and mewed—a sound so small it seemed to come from another room. “Is this your cat

Some nights, when the store is empty and the misters sigh in the produce section, Darius swears he hears a faint meow from the chip aisle. But it’s just the building settling. Or maybe it’s the memory of one small, brave creature who wandered into the land of neon and never really left. He batted it once, twice, then watched it roll under a shelf

“I can’t keep you,” Darius said softly. “The manager will freak.”

At 3:17 A.M., an elderly woman came in wearing a bathrobe and slippers. She bought a pint of ice cream and a small can of wet food “just in case.” She did not see Oliver, who was asleep inside a pyramid of paper towel rolls.