Last week it was birds. Little birds, that we put out food for. No biggie, right?
Before church this Sunday, my teenage daughter, who is a magnet for all things lost and helpless, zeroed in on a helpless tiny kitten walking towards a busy road....aaaaannnnnndddd, she rescued it.
At barely 3 weeks old, this little one was all alone, and dehydrated, skin and bones, and no doubt close to breathing her last breath. With no mother in sight, and from what looked as though she had been abandoned, it was only natural for my tenderhearted daughter to decide to try to save her.
So, the last 5 days we have fed through syringe and done the best we could to get her over the hump...
I'm happy to say that this tiny gal, is doing well, is no longer skin and bones, and is playing and running through the house. She is still very small, but it seems, she will be okay, Lord willing.
She can't weigh more than a pound, but, from what we know about those tiny ones, they are feisty.
She still does not have a name. I'm sure we will figure something out soon. She's a funny little girl.
So, we took it up a notch, and because we were in the right place, at the right time, another of God's creatures is well taken care of in this hot desert.