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Unwanted

You know that kitten you didn't want to take care of? The one that you dumped at the corner of White Hall and Beaver Creek Church Road—near that big red barn. He was going to be a beautiful cat with long white hair and black splotches along his back. I'm the one who found your unwanted kitten. He was huddled on the side of the road—soaked from the early morning rain. He cried piteously as I scooped him up—he had been hit by a car not long before. I put him in a shoebox with a soft towel and scratched his tiny head as I drove to the vet. He purred. His injuries were extensive. He already had an upper respiratory infection and was bleeding from his nose—but we suspected that was more from the impact than from the infection. His left femur was crushed and the base of his tail had been ripped open. You disgust me. He wanted to live—he was fighting . . . hard . I wanted him to live. I wanted to see him grow up into that handsome cat he was going to become. But no, I ha