gertie

It was an early spring morning when I pulled into the parking lot. I started reading my book as a way to pass the nearly three hours before the shelter would open. Seven kittens were to be available that morning for adoption to the first comers. When the door opened I was ushered through double doors to a room in the back. As I approached the cage one tiny kitten stayed at the back while the others romped around. She sat perfectly still with unblinking eyes staring into space. I would find out later that this tiny kitten weighed 1 pound, 2 ounces.