My nephew found two kitty and brought them back hom last week. They were so tiny that you almost think they should be baby mice not cat. Eyes not open yet, and the navel string still connected on the belly button. When I held it in hand, I was afraid of I would hurt it if holding too tight... They were too small to breed by human being, I could help to think it this way. I guessed they might only two or three days old.
Unfortunately, only love, a house to stay and goat milk to drink could not keep them alive. They were getting weaker and just past away one by one. I am sad why life is so fragile? Why the animals always need mommy to breed them? Don't they feel how strong our love was? How come they didn't want to stay with us no matter how hard we tried to keep them?
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