When I saw the tiny creature trembling on our porch, I didn’t hesitate. Its curly fur and soft purrs melted my heart instantly. I wrapped it in a blanket, named her Clover, and told everyone I’d rescued a kitten. She seemed fragile, sweet, and perfectly at home in my lap. I couldn’t imagine that anything was unusual—until I brought her to the vet for a quick checkup. That’s when everything changed. The vet’s expression froze, then he stepped back, visibly shaken. He looked me in the eyes and said, "OMG, this is not what you think it is!"
Caroline was bubbling with excitement as she called Amanda. "Guess what? I found this adorable kitten on my porch!" she exclaimed. "A kitten? Oh, that's sweet," Amanda replied with curiosity. Caroline sent a picture of Clover, the kitten tucked in her arms. "Look at those curls! Isn't she the cutest?" Caroline gushed. There was a pause as Amanda studied the photo. "She looks... different," Amanda remarked, trying to hide the curiosity in her voice.