When I spotted this little cat, three weeks ago, he could barely walk. He would manage a step or two, and then fall over. This didn't slow him down. He was in a hurry to get to wherever he was headed. My heart was filled with compassion when I saw him, and without thinking, I stopped my car and scooped him up.
Some people align themselves with proven winners. I tend to lose my heart to the underdogs. I like the runty little guys. I think they deserve a little extra love.
Don't ask me why this is. I've always been the one to rescue earthworms, or revive neglected houseplants.
As I write this, the little kitten is thumping around our house. He has become quite inquisitive and playful, and Robb tells me that today he was pouncing and playing in the garden, with his Big Uncle Cardigan.
I'm so glad that we could give this little fellow time to heal, a warm home, and a second chance.