This working day was no different from the previous one. Closer to dinner, I was already exhausted, because at work I have to solve other people’s problems, and this takes a lot of strength, both physical and moral. At lunchtime, I promised my parents that I would take the dog for a walk, so I left the office. Returning, I noticed boys at the office, with a kitten in their hands. The kitten looked very bad: pus was oozing from his eyes and nose, he could not breathe, he could hardly see, he also could not eat.
After dinner, I had two of my favorite clients who helped me wash the baby and clean it of pus. Together we also made him a crib and a heating pad from a hot water bottle. Although it was still difficult for the baby to breathe, warming up, he still fell asleep.
My client called the volunteers and told about the kitten, who promised that they would take the baby away before the end of the working day. It was time for me to leave the office, but no one came for the baby. I needed to decide what to do next.
I understood that to start the baby you need to show the veterinarian, and then decide what to do next. When I had already made a decision, a call came from a volunteer who said that there were no places at the overexposure, so I need to take the kitten home or leave it at the office. I would love to take the baby, only at home there are already three cats brought from the street. It was also impossible to leave him in the office, it is quite cold there, and the baby had a serious cold anyway.
First of all, I took the baby to the doctor. There, his eyes and nose were cleaned again, dripped, treated and prescribed a course of treatment. It wasn’t all that scary, but it wasn’t easy either. The kid was forbidden to be allowed near other cats, the doctor even advised me to change from work clothes to home clothes just in the entrance. Snowball and I were already heading home, and I still couldn’t figure out what to do with the baby. I called all my friends, but no one could pick him up. We spent several hours on a bench at the entrance while I tried to figure out what to do.
It started to rain, my nerves gave out, so, wrapping the baby in a blanket and hiding it from the rain, I burst into tears just on the bench at the entrance. At this time, one of my clients who helped with the baby in the office called. All this time, the woman wrote and asked how we were doing, and when it became clear in the evening that I had nowhere to put the kitten, she called and offered to take him for the night.
My colleague agreed to help me take the baby. After. As soon as Snowball ended up in a new house, we washed him, dried him, gave him medicines and left him in the care of the landlady.
As soon as we left, a volunteer called with good news – they found an overexposure for the crumbs.
