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God, this was a day that I hate being such a girl. I found a kitten outside yesterday, in the rain. She was soaked, and she was young enough that her eyes hadn't opened up fully. I think she had wandered away from her mother by accident once her eyes had opened slightly, and then she couldn't find her way back. I'm not sure. But I took her inside after searching for her mother without luck; I stayed up and fed her every hour. Her eyes were caked shut, and I cleaned her eyes so that by the time the dawn hit, she could open them a little. But I am allergic to long haired cats, and my own cat was incredibly hostile to her. I couldn't take care of her, so I I had to take her to the pound today. The lady said that she had a cold from being in the rain, but apart from that, she was healthy and would be adopted pretty quickly. I have to say that I am such the weak girl that I cried the entire way home. I wish I could have cared for her, but I didn't have any other choice. I think the crying jag could have been brought on by the fact that I didn't sleep last night; she slept on my chest the entire night while I read on the couch. Sigh.