Though he couldn't read, Marcus recognized the red shield of the Salvation Army. He tugged open the door and stepped inside.
Mica followed him a few steps behind. She let out a plaintive meow as the door closed.
"Who's there?" Brian, the old manager, peered short-sightedly at them. "Oh, it's Marcus. And the cat is..."
"Mica," he replied. Brian smiled and held out his hand to Mica.
She sniffed it, decided she liked Brian, and began purring.
"This is quite a friendly cat. Where did you find her?"
"In an alley," Marcus replied. He felt a sudden wave of good feeling towards the old man.
Surprised, he looked from Mica to Brian, then back. "Weird," he muttered.
"Well," the old man said, "let's get you both some food. She looks ready to fall apart next time the wind blows her way."
The goodwill went up a notch, along with Mica's purring.
