You see that picture above? It's from Thursday night when my parents and I decided that we couldn't bear to know that a newborn kitten was abandoned in an alley to fend for itself. We had decided to go for a walk that night and while passing by an alley, heard the loudest kitten cry we have ever heard. I'm talking "top of her lungs" type of crying. We stopped to see what it was and to our assumption it was this kitten. We stopped, but continued walking because we had no space for one more cat in our home. I couldn't think of anything else but this little creature with no one to care for it, so we took it back home. We hoped that the stray cat that was currently nursing her own kittens would nurse this one as well, but no such luck. There was a late night trip to Petco, learning how to mix kitten formula, and a struggle to make a hole big enough on a bottle nipple for this kitten to eat easier. She spent Thursday night/early Friday morning waking me up every hour with her cries. For what? I guessed more milk, the warmth of a body, and many other things newborns may need. I have never cried so hard and so much because I was at a loss on what to do. She was fine Friday, all day. She ate and cried with all her little might when she was uncomfortable. She didn't make it to Saturday morning. You wake up feeling like a failure because you couldn't take care of a kitten, but when you think about it, you did all you could for it to get strong and healthy. It's such a horrible thing to know that there are people out there that are heartless enough to throw a kitten out in the street before it even gets a chance to feel it's mother's attention.
