It was a sunny afternoon, and David was walking home from school. He was looking at the ground, kicking small stones as he walked. Suddenly, he heard a soft meow. David stopped and looked around.

Near the side of the road, he saw a small cat. The cat was lying on the ground and looked hurt. David’s heart sank. The cat was not moving much, and its leg looked strange.

David knelt down beside the cat. “Are you okay, little kitty?” he asked softly. The cat meowed again, but it was a weak sound.

David didn’t know what to do. He wanted to help the cat, but he wasn’t sure how. He looked around for an adult, but the street was quiet.

“I’ll help you,” David said to the cat. “Don’t worry.” He gently touched the cat’s fur. It felt soft, but the cat was trembling.

David carefully picked up the cat, holding it close to his chest. The cat didn’t struggle, it just lay quietly in his arms. David started walking quickly towards home.

When he got home, his mother was in the kitchen. “Mom!” David called. “I found a hurt cat!”

His mother came to see. “Oh dear,” she said, looking at the cat. “We need to help this poor thing.”

David’s mother quickly called the vet. She told David to get an old towel and a box. David ran to find a soft towel. He wanted the cat to be comfortable.

Together, they placed the cat in the box with the towel. The cat curled up, still trembling, but it seemed a little calmer now. David felt relieved.

Soon, they arrived at the vet’s office. The vet took the cat inside, and David waited in the car with his mom. He was nervous, wondering if the cat would be okay.

After what felt like a long time, the vet came out. “The cat will be fine,” the vet said with a smile. “It has a broken leg, but we will fix it. It just needs rest.”

David smiled for the first time that day. “Can we visit the cat?” he asked.

The vet nodded. “Of course, you can visit anytime. The cat will need care for a while.”

Over the next few days, David visited the cat at the vet. He brought small treats and talked to the cat softly. The cat started to trust David more each day.

Finally, after two weeks, the vet called David’s family. “The cat is ready to go home,” the vet said. David’s heart raced with excitement. He couldn’t wait to see the cat again.

When they arrived at the vet’s office, the cat was in a small carrier, looking much better. Its leg was bandaged, but the cat’s eyes were bright and curious.

David gently opened the carrier. The cat slowly walked out, its leg still healing, but it looked happy to see David. It rubbed against his leg, purring softly.

David looked at his mom. “Can we take care of the cat at home?” he asked. “I want to help it get better.”

His mom smiled. “Yes, we can take care of it until it’s fully healed.”

David was overjoyed. He took the cat home and set up a soft bed for it in the living room. He named the cat “Lucky” because he felt lucky to have found it.

Every day, David took care of Lucky. He gave it food and water, and he made sure Lucky was comfortable. He played with Lucky and gave it gentle pets.

As the weeks passed, Lucky’s leg got stronger. Soon, Lucky was running around the house, jumping and playing like any other cat.

One morning, David woke up to find Lucky sleeping on his bed. The cat had snuggled close to him during the night. David smiled and gave Lucky a soft pet.

“Good morning, Lucky,” he whispered. “You’re all better now.”

Lucky meowed happily and curled up in David’s lap. David knew that he had done the right thing by helping the little cat that day on the street.

Now, Lucky was part of the family, and David felt proud of himself. He had helped a small, helpless animal, and it made him happy every day to see Lucky healthy and playful.

From that day on, David and Lucky were the best of friends. They spent every day together, and David always remembered how important it was to help those in need, no matter how small.