When I got up this morning, I prepared myself for a nice, quiet day of cheerful ironing, baking bread, sorting through my stuff and maybe packing a box or two, and of course - revision.
But as I was on my way home from the grocery store, I heard a tiny, helpless kitten who was desperately crying out for his mommy. An old lady that was passing by told me he was left there by a bunch of children, and she didn't know where they got him. It meant there's no chance his mommy would find him, so I had to act, and act fast. It was very hot and I didn't know how long he has been there without any food.
I put the kitten into an old shoebox and started calling vets. Can you believe I didn't find even one clinic in my area that would agree to see us right away?! I felt totally lost. I've never had such a tiny kitten, I think he's about the size of a hamster.
Fortunately, it occurred to me I can call a veterinary student from my campus, who agreed to take care of the wee creature, at least for a while. I took a taxi (had to get there fast!) and delivered the kitten to her. Right now he is getting close monitoring and a special 'baby formula' for kittens. The arrangements and going there and back took a whole lot of time and money, but it was all worth it!
He's so tiny that I'm not sure he will survive. But at least we did everything we could.
PS: The picture I added is just an illustration, so that you see how tiny he is.