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If you’ve ever felt the soft brush of a cat’s whiskers against your cheek, you’ll understand why feels like home.

Once, a collar came that had been nearly destroyed by rain. Its line was almost gone: “Find me where the light remembers your name.” Sis.2 reconstructed the letters from memory. When the cat wearing it—thin and with one ear nicked—followed the sentence, he found, atop a rooftop garden, a woman who had once fed him when he was a kitten. She had moved across the river and thought of him in quiet hours; the collar led them back to each other. Sis.2 Cat.com