During my regular afternoon exercise routine, I often opt for peaceful and secluded locations with fresh air. As I was running and lost in my thoughts, something caught my attention in the distance. It was a slight movement that stirred my curiosity.
Though a sense of fear crept in, it was a small creature, so I decided to investigate further. To my surprise, it was a tiny kitten with its eyes still closed, appearing incredibly frail. The kitten lay amidst a filthy puddle, and I couldn’t comprehend how such a young cat ended up in such an isolated area.
Without hesitation, I reached out my hand to pick up the feeble kitten, which felt weak and sickly. It was evident that the cat was suffering from the cold. Despite the uncertainty of its survival, I knew I had to make an attempt to help. Taking it home immediately seemed like the best option, considering how bitterly cold it was outside.
I will certainly run as fast as possible to bring the kitty home, it is in need of warmth. I gave the cat a warm bath and began warming it up. The cat is probably hungry too, I’ll give him milk. The cat is too weak, I see. The cat was truly trying to drink every bit of milk. I allow the cat rest a bit.
