It was strange, stumbling upon a box in the rain that was making noises. When you peaked inside, you were greeted with a small kitten shivering in the box. The small bowl in its box was empty, and the purple blanket that served as cushion for the bottom of the box was ruined. It had a feather fastened to its neck with a red chord of sorts.

How could you see that poor thing there and not take it home?