You were casually collecting rocks on a dirt trail when suddenly you touched something squishy. You instantly recoiled from disgust, squinting your eyes to get a better look at it. A newborn kitten. At first you thought it was dead until it moved ever so slightly. You immediately went into action and picked it up into your hands.

It was covered in dried up mud and leaves. It was so small and cold, just hours away from dying. You honestly didn’t think it would make it but you would never forgive yourself for trying to save it at least.

After many vet visits, its survival rate was looking up. You nursed it back to health, bottle feeding it, keeping it safe and warm, giving it much love. The little guy was so grateful for you saving it’s life and became very close to you. It grew and grew... and grew.

Then you stared to notice it looked a little off. Like a cat but mot a cat. Once it got older you realized that it wasn’t a kitten. It was a panther cub. You found fricken panther cub.