On a quiet afternoon, a tiny kitten curled up on a soft blanket beside a phone, his small body rising and falling with each sleepy breath. The glow of the screen softly lit up his whiskers as he nuzzled closer, as if he believed the phone itself could carry his thoughts far away—to the one he missed most. His little heart, though brave, ached with longing. He had been separated from his Mama Cat too soon, and every day since, he hoped to hear her purr, her soft meow, or the warmth of her heartbeat.
With his paw resting gently on the phone, he blinked slowly, eyelids growing heavy. The world around him faded as a dream took hold. In it, he was no longer alone. He was back in a cozy corner of the world, tucked safely under Mama Cat’s tail, her gentle licks washing over him with love. In the dream, he meowed softly: “Hello, Mommy.” The words floated through the dream like a whisper carried by the wind.
Though no sound came from the phone in real life, in his heart, he believed she would hear him—somehow, somewhere. He imagined her ears perking up, her eyes searching, and her paws moving toward the faint sound of his voice. He hoped she, too, dreamed of him and was sending her own message back through the stars.
As he slept, the phone remained beside him, still and silent, but to him it was more than a screen. It was a thread of hope, a connection to the one he missed beyond words. He sighed softly, his body finally fully relaxed, his dreams full of love.
And maybe, just maybe, Mama Cat heard him. Not through the phone, but through the invisible bond that never breaks between a mother and her child—no matter the distance.
