Nothing special, just some gum and maybe a chocolate bar. On my way home, I stopped by this small corner store, the kind that still has handwritten price tags and the recognizable dusty scent of old candy wrappers.

I debated between grape and mint while waiting by the refrigerator because there were two people in front of me. The man in front of me then moved aside, and I moved forward—

However, I wasn’t the next.

A cat was there, paws up on the counter, tail flicking behind him as if he lived there.

not merely wandering in off the street or loitering. No. It was obvious that this little guy was here to do business.

The store owner didn’t even bat an eye. Leaning over as if anticipating him, he grinned. “Are you back for more?” He said as he took something out of a plastic container.

I was unable to stop staring. The shopkeeper set a small bowl in front of the cat, who hopped up onto the counter as if it were the most normal thing in the world and waited patiently. I had never seen a cat so… formal, but it was full of small pieces of dried fish, which I assumed were treats.

As I observed this odd scene, I laughed to myself. I wondered if I had finally gone crazy because I was seeing things that weren’t there. The cat, however, had no plans to leave the counter anytime soon.

“How often does he visit here?” Still not sure whether I was dreaming, I asked.

The store owner turned to face me, his amused eyes sparkling. “Oh, of course. Mr. Whiskers is his name. occasionally visits for his snacks, even though he lives right down the street. He is the most devoted client of the store.

I arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really?” The store owner shook his head and laughed once more. “He is adored by the locals. The number of people who know Mr. Whiskers by name may surprise you. He has a reputation of sorts. Some even believe he has a thing for the pricey Japanese tuna. However, we keep it to ourselves.

I was still a little stunned, but I had to laugh. And a reputable cat, of all things? There was something charming about the absurdity of the idea. Mr. Whiskers was obviously a local celebrity and not just a stray.

The cat finished his treat after a few moments, stretched lavishly for a long time, then jumped off the counter and walked out the door as if he had somewhere to go. He left with a wave from the shopkeeper.

I muttered to myself, “Well, that was something,” as I moved forward to pay for my chocolate bar and gum.

The storekeeper continued to laugh as she nodded. “You’ll adjust to it.” Mr. Whiskers is merely a local resident.

Still shaking my head in shock, I paid for my purchases. At least it added some interest to the walk to the corner store, even though it had been a strange encounter.

The days that followed went by without incident. When I returned to the store to get some coffee beans, Mr. Whiskers was indeed sitting on the counter, waiting amiably for his next batch of goodies. I began to question whether I was being lured into some weird cat cult.

However, things took a surprising turn one wet afternoon.

I was waiting for my turn to check out at the counter once more when I noticed Mr. Whiskers. However, something was different this time. There was no grin or playful tail flick as he sat on the counter and gazed out the window. He appeared to be waiting for something or someone, as evidenced by his tense posture.

“Is there a problem with Mr. Whiskers?” Observing the shift in his attitude, I inquired.

With a sigh, the shopkeeper combed through his hair. Lately, he has been behaving oddly. comes in less frequently. And he’s… preoccupied when he does. doesn’t even consume all of his snacks.

I scowled as I turned to face the cat. His ears were flicking uneasily, and he was still gazing out the window. He seemed to be waiting for someone or something.

“Do you know what’s happening?” Sincerely worried, I inquired.

For the first time, the shopkeeper’s expression became serious as he looked at me. “Well, it’s funny that you asked. As you can see, there has been discussion in the community. A few elderly residents believe Mr. Whiskers is more than just a typical feline. They claim that he has been watching something or someone. They think he can predict when something will occur.

Uncertain if I had heard that right, I blinked. “You’re saying that this cat possesses some sort of superhuman ability?”

The shopkeeper gave a shrug. “I’m not sure. Here, people discuss a wide range of topics. Over the years, though, I’ve noticed one thing. Something significant always occurs around here when Mr. Whiskers appears to be concerned about something. Sometimes it’s just a small mishap. Sometimes it’s something more significant.

Just as I was about to ask him what he meant by “bigger,” the shop door flew open, letting a panicked woman rush in with wide, scared eyes and a pale face.

“Help me, please!” she exclaimed, almost tripping over her own feet. “A car is out of control and is headed directly toward the school!”

Immediately, the shopkeeper acted with a serious expression. “Call the police!” he yelled at a person in the rear. “And ensure that nobody is in the way!”

Even though I had no idea what was going on, I could sense the urgency of the situation. The woman continued to mutter about a car that had escaped, but as she did, I noticed Mr. Whiskers. He was no longer sitting on the counter in a composed manner. Rather, his body was tense and his tail was straight and rigid as he darted to the door. He seemed to have a premonition of what was going to happen, even before the woman had walked into the store.

His eyes were focused on something far away as I followed his gaze as he paced in front of the door. Then, like an epiphany, it dawned on me. Mr. Whiskers was more than just a feline. His sense of awareness was odd, almost eerie. He was somehow able to foresee events before they occurred.

Already, the store owner was on the phone, talking urgently. He told the woman, “They’re on their way.” “Coming here was the right thing for you to do.”

I took another look at the cat. Mr. Whiskers turned to face me as the shopkeeper was speaking, his eyes meeting mine with a knowing look. He seemed to be saying, “This is your moment,” as he gazed at me. Take action.

I heeded the cat’s unspoken instruction and ran out the door without thinking. Even though it was raining heavily and the streets were slippery and dangerous, I felt compelled to take action. The woman’s desperate words, “The car… it’s out of control,” kept repeating in my head.

My heart was pounding as I ran through the rain, and as I turned the corner, I noticed a car driving down the street with its wheels spinning uncontrollably. While people were dispersing in all directions, the car was directly aimed at a group of kids who were standing outside the school.

Everything seemed to slow down in that instant. I simply reacted without thinking. As the car sped past us, slamming into a lamppost and stopping, I snatched the closest child and dragged him aside. The driver was not hurt, but he was shaken.

I couldn’t stop shaking, even though everyone else was in shock. A life had just been saved by me.

Then I noticed him—Mr. Whiskers, sitting quietly on the other side of the street, observing me from afar. He no longer appeared nervous. He didn’t have to.

Still in shock over what had happened, I walked shakily back to the store. Outside, watching me come, the shopkeeper’s eyes were wide with wonder.

He was nearly out of breath when he said, “You… you were there.” “You saved them.”

Slowly, I nodded. “How I did it is a mystery to me. However, I believe Mr. Whiskers was aware.

With a serious expression, the shopkeeper nodded. “I believe you’re correct. That cat doesn’t appear for no reason at all. He was attempting to communicate with us.

The lesson in all of this became clear to me at that point. Sometimes, if we’re paying attention, we’ll notice subtle clues that something is about to happen. We had been warned by Mr. Whiskers. And even when that instinct seemed crazy, I had trusted it.

Strange things happen in life, and sometimes the most unexpected things can inspire us to do amazing things.

Thus, let’s focus on the little things—the tiny, seemingly unimportant moments that could hold the secret to something greater. Pay attention to the signs.

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