My daughter walked home from school on Friday and she showed up at the house with a kitten.
I didn’t want my daughter to bring the kitten into the house, because it was covered in mud and it looked like it had fleas. My daughter insisted that the kitten would die if we didn’t help and I didn’t have the heart to put the small, defenseless animal out in the rain. My daughter and I gave the cat a bath and we cleaned all of the fleas off of its body. The poor thing looks very hungry. I found a saucer and we gave the cat some milk. After the cat had a bath and a full belly, my daughter and I found a piece of cloth and put it inside of a box. We placed the kitten on top of the cloth and we put the box next to the space heater. The cat purred a couple of times and then it went to sleep. I heard the cat making a couple of noises in the middle of the night. I got up to check on the furry animal. She was cuddled up in the back of the box in the spot closest to the space heater. The kitten looked cold, so I put a blanket over the top of the box as well. She was still sleeping in the morning when my daughter got up for school. She asked if I was going to get rid of the cat while she was in school that day. I shrugged my shoulders, but I had already fallen in love with that little furry friend.