The kitten was only three days old when it was found, alone and crying softly, its tiny body barely warm. Without its mother, every minute mattered. Lala gently lifted the fragile bundle, feeling how light it was, and her heart ached with both worry and determination. This little life depended entirely on careful hands and steady hope.
The first step was warmth. A newborn kitten cannot regulate its body temperature, so Grandma wrapped a warm water bottle in a soft towel and placed it beside the kitten. Almost instantly, the tiny cries grew quieter. Only when the kitten was warm enough could feeding begin. Using a small bottle filled with kitten formula, Grandma showed Lala how to hold the kitten upright, never on its back, just like a natural nursing position.
Feeding a three-day-old kitten required patience. The kitten’s mouth was so small that each drop mattered. Slowly, rhythmically, it suckled, pausing often to rest. Lala counted the minutes, watching its belly gently round as it drank. When the feeding was done, Grandma used a warm cotton cloth to stimulate the kitten, mimicking a mother’s touch so it could digest properly. These small routines became lifelines.
Day and night blended together. Every two hours, the kitten needed warmth, food, and gentle care. Sleep came in short moments, but no one complained. By the fourth day, the kitten’s cries sounded stronger. By the fifth, its movements were more purposeful, tiny paws kneading the air in search of comfort.
Even without its mother, the kitten was surrounded by love. Lala talked to it softly, promising it wasn’t alone anymore. The kitten responded with faint squeaks, as if understanding. Each successful feeding felt like a quiet victory against the odds.
Caring for an abandoned newborn is never easy. It takes commitment, knowledge, and endless patience. But it also brings something precious: hope. With every warm feeding and gentle touch, the kitten grew stronger, proving that even the smallest life can survive when met with compassion. In those fragile early days, care became love—and love became the reason the kitten chose to keep fighting.
