Flotsam

My girlfriend found a kitten on the road, lost between cars, lost its mom, lost its eyesight in the rain and losing energy. She brought it to me and I agreed to help it out. At first I left it on a hillside hoping it could survive on its own. However, after a couple of hours I couldn’t bear the thought of it dying alone in the cold (I knew there was close to a 100% chance it would die, although I told her it would probably survive). I went back out and picked it up and brought it back to my apt in this box:

I spent a sleepless night wondering if it would live or die. I admit I did kind of hope it wouldn’t make it, to save me the responsibility of taking care of it. My excuse for this is having grown up on a farm. However, in the morning she was still alive and full of energy, in spite of her puss-filled eyes and bloody stool. I took her to the vet and got medicine for her, fixed up her room and since then (one week ago), she has been getting cuter and cuter.
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We have been trying to find a home for her but I must confess.. I would love to keep her!