Minikin – small.
I was gardening and humming along to the radio when I saw a flash of orange. Frowning and wondering what it was, I peered closely under a small bush and saw a tiny kitten.
Crying out, I dropped my trowel and carefully picked up the limb body. Was it dead?
Hurrying into the house, I wrapped the kitten in a tea towel and took my gardening gloves off. I rubbed the towel over the kitten, not wanting the poor think to be dead.
There was a weak mew and small wiggle of movement. I peeked into the wrapped towel and saw a little white paw moving.
Straight a way, I thought of one of my neighbours who fostered abandoned kittens. She would know what to do.
I took the tiny kitten to her and got her to help. It was touch and go because the kitten was only a week or so old and was so weak.
Everyday, I went to see the kitten, prepared for the bad news but the kitten hung on and got well and strong.
I named her Mini and as soon as she was well enough, I brought her home to live with me.
(Inspired by; http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com)
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