Two years ago, working in my kitchen one afternoon, a very loud mournful cry came from the backdoor. Running to see what was wrong, I saw a young mother, nose pressed against the screen, peering into the house. At her feet was a tiny 2 week old orange kitten, curled up, and very still. I scooped him up to find his mouth was filled with dirt and his little body covered in fly eggs. I looked down at his mother, seeing the pleading in her eyes, I took her boy in, washed him, and filled his tummy with warm goat's milk. My husband took the night feedings, every two, then four hours, until at six weeks this little precious life learned to lap on his own. We never saw our Duncan's mother again, but the reason, the courage, and the love she showed for her first born, to seek help to save him amazes me every day. The gift she gave us in return is priceless.

Melissa English
La Mirada, CA