The routine was as customary as they come: bathing, reflex tests, immunizations, and deworming treatments. Amid the whirl of everyday check-ups and treatments, a miniature house with a water bowl was set up in one of the cozy cages of the clinic. A pivotal question loomed in each mind – what’s next for the furry bundle of joy?
The days streamed by, with the kitten holding fort in the clinic. Every dawn started with a glint of hope and a fresh gust of optimism. It was on the second day that the little one began to display signs of vitality, moving sluggishly and starting to feed independently. The stint at the clinic was marked by a series of treatments targeting a myriad of illnesses – otitis, ringworm, and an eye infection, to name a few. However, ataxia, the initial diagnosis implying a neurological disorder marked by poor coordination of movements, remained undeterred.
Despite its medical conditions, the kitten remained tenacious. Its wobbly movement, frequent falls, and abnormal use of its front legs did little to dampen its spirits or dent its charm. It failed to meow, it couldn’t leap, yet every passing day, the attachment towards the little feline formidable grew.
