Today was such a lucky day with a twist! On my way to work this morning, I spotted a tattered bamboo basket at the entrance of my office. Inside lay a newborn kitten—soaking wet, with its umbilical cord still attached.
Colleagues all told me to leave it be, saying such a tiny kitten could never be raised successfully. But the little one rubbed my finger gently with its cold, tiny nose. It looked so pitiful that I gritted my teeth, picked up the basket, and rushed to the pet hospital.
After checking, the vet said the kitten was less than 12 hours old and would struggle to survive without its mother. But I couldn’t bear to give up, so I decided to take it home and try my best.
To keep the kitten alive, I learned as I went. I fed it warm goat milk with a syringe, every two hours without fail. I bought pee pads and learned to stimulate it to defecate with a damp cotton swab. I also found a cardboard box, stuffed it with old clothes, and put a hot water bottle inside to keep it warm. At work, I ran to check on the kitten in the box whenever I had a free minute, fearing something might happen to it.
By evening, a surprise came! The kitten could actually lick the milk on its own. It curled up in my palm, its pink little paws patting gently, and purred softly—as if coqueting with me. Watching this little life fighting so hard to survive, I felt all the hard work was worth it.
