I admit it. I'm a total softie.
This past Monday we were heading out to the car to take me to school when I saw this tiny black kitten running back and forth along the back wall of the apartment complex mewling frantically. See, there's this big hill at the top of a 7ft wall behind the complex. I walked a little closer and I saw the kitten's mother running back and forth along the wall trying to find a way down and I noticed the kitten was walking with a limp, so I'm pretty sure the poor little critter fell down off the wall. The leg was able to move and didn't look broken, so it was probably just sprained, but it just hurt to see it.
The kitten was so tiny (it couldn't have been more than 2 weeks old) and it sounded so scared I couldn't just leave it. So I walked over to go pick it up. The poor thing saw me coming and panicked. I can't see as I blame him; if I was that small and freaked out and *I* saw a 6'5" hairy man coming at me I'd run too. So I had to chase the poor thing back and forth along the wall until I finally caught him. He didn't struggle once I picked him up, oddly enough, but he shot out of my hands once I reached up as close to the top of the wall as I could. He easily cleared the wall and made a beeline for momma.
It made me happy. ^_^
The kitten was so tiny (it couldn't have been more than 2 weeks old) and it sounded so scared I couldn't just leave it. So I walked over to go pick it up. The poor thing saw me coming and panicked. I can't see as I blame him; if I was that small and freaked out and *I* saw a 6'5" hairy man coming at me I'd run too. So I had to chase the poor thing back and forth along the wall until I finally caught him. He didn't struggle once I picked him up, oddly enough, but he shot out of my hands once I reached up as close to the top of the wall as I could. He easily cleared the wall and made a beeline for momma.
It made me happy. ^_^