Apparently there’s been a tiny kitten living in the insulation of the family garage. It’s awful. That poor kitten! He’s hungry and scared. He’s been wailing sad mewlings all day long… you can hear his endless crying even through closed doors. It kind of hurts to hear them. Poor thing.
My parents made a tiny bed out of insulation for it and have been putting food and milk out for it all day to keep it healthy, but that hasn’t done anything to alleviate it’s terror of us and our home.
After I leave for work tomorrow, my parents will call animal control. During the day at work, I’ll try to use my psychic powers to guide him to a good and loving home where he’ll never be scared again. I’ll do what I can.