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<\/h2>\n<\/h2>\nFlowers, photos, even old exam papers marked \u201cA+\u201d gathered at its base. Alumni funded a scholarship in his name, awarded to students who showed quiet acts of kindness.<\/span><\/p>\n No one said it aloud, but everyone shared the same thought:<\/span> The Cat Who Never Missed a Class No one could say for sure when the orange tabby first set paw on Westbrook University\u2019s campus. Some swore it was during the library renovations; others claimed they\u2019d seen him years earlier, napping on the steps of the science building. But one thing everyone agreed on\u2014he never left.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":20272,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,36,42],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-20270","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-example-1","8":"category-moral","9":"category-moral-stories"},"yoast_head":"\n
\n<\/b> No one could say for sure when the orange tabby first set paw on Westbrook University\u2019s campus. Some swore it was during the library renovations; others claimed they\u2019d seen him years earlier, napping on the steps of the science building. But one thing everyone agreed on\u2014he never left.<\/span><\/p>\nProfessor Meow\u2019s Morning Rounds<\/b><\/h2>\n
\n<\/b> Every morning, as students hurried across the quad clutching coffee cups, the cat walked his familiar route\u2014through the art courtyard, past the student union, ending at the language building. If a classroom door was left ajar, he\u2019d settle inside as if taking attendance. He didn\u2019t beg for food, didn\u2019t act like a stray. He moved like he belonged there\u2026 perhaps more than anyone else.<\/span><\/p>\nThe Study Companion<\/b><\/h2>\n
\n<\/b> He became a silent fixture in student life. During exams, he\u2019d stretch across library tables or curl into backpacks, purring like a steady metronome for anxious minds. Some swore studying near him brought good luck. Others lined up before finals to give him a gentle pat, just in case the rumor was true.<\/span><\/p>\nThrough the Years<\/b><\/h2>\n
\n<\/b> Classes graduated, professors retired, buildings changed\u2014but the cat remained. Alumni returning for reunions would always ask, \u201cIs he still here?\u201d And when they spotted him, slower now but still making his rounds, their faces lit up with nostalgia.<\/span><\/p>\nThe Disappearance<\/b><\/h2>\n
\n<\/b> One winter morning, he wasn\u2019t there. No soft paw-steps in the quad, no curled-up figure in the library. By afternoon, whispers turned into worry. Students searched\u2014checking warm vents, quiet corners, even maintenance sheds. Finally, they found him by the old library, lying in a patch of sunlight, eyes tired but still bright.<\/span><\/p>\nA Campus Comes Together<\/b><\/h2>\n
\n<\/b> The vet\u2019s verdict was simple: old age. Seventeen years, maybe more. For a cat who\u2019d lived outdoors, it was extraordinary. Students refused to send him away. A faculty office became his new home, with rotating volunteers to feed him, carry him to his favorite bench, and keep him comfortable.<\/span><\/p>\nThe Last Spring<\/b><\/h2>\n
\n<\/b> His patrols grew shorter, naps longer. One afternoon, under drifting cherry blossoms, he lay on the library steps surrounded by students who paused between classes just to be near him. Not long after, he slipped away peacefully in his sleep\u2014right where his story had begun.<\/span><\/p>\nRemembering Professor Meow<\/b><\/h2>\n
\n<\/b> A bronze plaque appeared by the library:<\/span>
\n<\/span> \u201cIn memory of Professor Meow (2008\u20132023).<\/span><\/i>
\n<\/span><\/i> He taught us kindness, patience, and that home can be found in unexpected places.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\nThe Legacy Lives On<\/b><\/h2>\n
\n<\/b> Years later, freshmen who\u2019d never met him learned his story through small traditions\u2014touching the plaque for luck before finals, studying in \u201chis\u201d library corner, or sitting on the bench by the science building now known as \u201cMeow\u2019s seat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nA New Chapter<\/b><\/h2>\n
\n<\/b> Five years after his passing, a small orange kitten wandered onto campus. Thin, shy, and clearly lost, it stopped at the library steps\u2014the very place Professor Meow had claimed as his own. The kitten curled on the bench, purring softly.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span> Some professors never really leave.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"