From Cat Found Billy looked down at the plywood crates again. He bent close and called, "Cat. Hey, cat." The stray practically rushed into his arms. Billy didn't know what to do. He stood up with his hands full of cat. Cat hair stuck to his shirt. Black powder smeared his skin. Billy looked around for some help. People hurrying by paid him no mind. They had their dinners to think about. He was just a dirty boy with a dirty cat. The cat felt so light. Billy could feel its heart beating out of time. Excerpted from Cat Found by Ingrid Lee All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.