We had lost our 2 kitties 6 and 10 months earlier - and had vowed no more. Saturday 9/9/95 was grey and cold as we started to leave for a matinee movie, when I heard a very small cry. I look around and found a tiny black and white kitten under the outside water tap. My hubby said to leave it as the feral mommy likely was just moving her litter. While we were at the movies it rained, so when we got home I checked on the kitten. He was still there, floating lifeless in a puddle. I went in to get something to reach him with and went back figuring he at least deserved to be properly buried. The cold water followed by the jolt of moving him revived him. Our plan was to feed him through the weekend then Monday to carry him to the animal shelter. Monday afternoon they took one look at him and stated he was "just too young" and started to arrange getting him to the vet to be PTS. After 2 ½ days of hard work to keep him alive -- I left and carried him to my vet. I found out he likely was 5 days old on Saturday when I found him and was told how to care for him. Our plan became to find him a home when he was old enough to wean. That was 13 ½ years ago, Dracula (looks like a pale white cat in a black hooded cape) now lives with us and several rescued feline sisters and brothers (former ferals and throw-a-ways) and has seen a larger number of other former ferals and throw-a-ways rescued and fostered and placed into loving homes. But it all happened because someone felt he was "just too young".

Rhonda Carter
Kinston, NC