Today I was walking to the library with a friend of mine when I happened to notice a kitten on a leash. I'm a cat person so of course I was interested -- and anyways it's not every day you see someone walking their cat -- so I paused to get a better look at the kitten.
I petted the kitten a little when she wandered over to me, and the person on the other end of the leash told my friend and me "We found her and some of her litter mates in a box. She was the only one alive. She's four weeks old, and I took her in to get her shots today."
When I heard the kitten's story I felt a couple of emotions. One of the emotions was sadness. How can people treat animals like that? Would it be so much trouble to just drop them off at an animal shelter? Or what about a pet store? Either one would have been better than just dumping the kittens on the street in a box.
The other emotion I felt was joy that there are people who will look after animals in need. I expect he saved that kitten's life when he took her home.
(By the way, yes, I know that it's not good for cats to play with yarn balls. My family used to have a cat who had to have some removed from his intestines, and it was not a pleasant experience for the cat. But kitties with yarn make nice pictures, so that's why I'm using it.) (Wait a minute, am I actually writing a disclaimer for a picture I'm using...?)