It was a gloomy rainy day, with the streets shrouded in the sound of drizzling rain. I had just finished work and was trudging home, feeling a sense of unease. That morning, I had seen the stray cat mother that had been wandering around my building, but unfortunately, she had been struck by a speeding car and never woke up.
My heart was filled with a mix of sadness and helplessness. I had thought her kittens hadn't been born yet, but as night fell and I dragged my weary body home, I heard faint, weak meows. The sound was weak and sorrowful, coming from the darkness, tugging at my heartstrings.
I couldn't imagine how long this little kitten had been crying in the rain. Its voice was already hoarse, as if it had exhausted all its strength. I immediately put down my things and went out to search. Rainwater blurred my vision, but I was determined to find the source of the sound.
Following the direction of the meows, I finally found the little kitten in a dark corner. It lay on the wet ground, its umbilical cord still attached, and its eyes not yet open. Its tiny body was trembling, emitting weak cries as if calling for its mother. I carefully picked it up, wrapping it tightly in my clothes.
Its small body was soft and delicate, like a fragile porcelain doll. Its fur was wet and clinging to its skin, and I could feel its weak breathing and trembling body. I looked at it with compassion, deciding to give it a warm home.
Back home, I immediately prepared a warm nest for the kitten, wrapping it in a soft blanket. I fed it some goat milk, which it eagerly drank, as if turning all its fear and anxiety into strength. Watching it gradually calm down, a warm feeling rose in my heart.
In the days that followed, I took meticulous care of it, giving it baths, feeding it, and cleaning the litter box. It gradually adapted to its new environment, happily running and playing around the house. Its eyes slowly opened, revealing a pair of crystal-clear blue eyes filled with curiosity and wonder.
Every time I came home from work, it was the first to greet me, rubbing against my legs and making joyful noises, as if telling me how happy and content it was. Seeing its joyful demeanor filled my heart with happiness and satisfaction.
We accompanied each other, creating countless warm memories. The kitten became my second child, an indispensable member of our family. Its arrival made my life more vibrant and taught me more about love and responsibility.
This little kitten, now with a story of its own, has shown me resilience and wisdom. The time spent with it remains the most beautiful memory in my heart.
