It was a quiet morning when I heard a soft, high-pitched cry coming from the bushes outside my house. I followed the sound and found a tiny, newborn kitten—no bigger than the palm of my hand—lying on a bed of leaves, cold and alone. She still had her eyes closed, her fur damp, and her body trembling from the cold. There was no sign of her mother. She had been abandoned just after birth.
I gently scooped her up in a towel and rushed inside. I knew she needed warmth, food, and care—fast. I placed her on a soft heating pad wrapped in a blanket and began warming a small bottle of kitten formula. At only two days old, she couldn’t eat on her own or even regulate her body temperature. She was completely dependent on me.
Feeding her was delicate work. Every two to three hours, I used a tiny bottle to feed her drops of warm milk, holding her gently in my hands like the fragile life she was. After each feeding, I had to mimic her mother’s care—using a warm, damp cloth to gently rub her tummy and stimulate her to go to the bathroom. These tummy rubs were vital for her health and comfort.
She let out tiny mews during each feeding, her mouth rooting for the bottle, and I couldn’t help but smile. Even though she was so small and vulnerable, she had a strong will to live. Day by day, she grew a little stronger. Her cries became louder, her movements a bit more active, and her fur started to fluff up.
Caring for a 2-day-old kitten is not easy—it means waking up throughout the night, constant cleaning, and endless patience. But every time she nuzzles into my hand or purrs softly after a feeding, it fills my heart with warmth.
This little kitten, once abandoned and helpless, now has someone who will never leave her side. And that makes all the effort more than worth it.
