My job is hard. I come home tired and covered in who-knows-what after 10 hours on my feet. I'm sweaty, sticky, stinky, cranky, and did I already say tired? My coworkers bicker like a bunch of children, there's policy that is so out of touch it's not funny, and I constantly encounter the lowest, most sociopathic people in our county.
But Friday I pulled a kitten from stray. A big, handsome 4 month old medium-haired black kitten with huge paws. He was neutered yesterday and went home today! I can't take all the credit for saving him, but I also can't guarantee someone would have noticed him if I hadn't pulled him.
Today I made a new friend in stray. Another medium-haired black kitten, about 3 months old. He's sick, so I didn't pull him. But I gave him a blanket, and he loved it so much he made biscuits.
That made showing up to work totally worth it.
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