My father saved a kitten from being run over. It's a scrawny, white and black-spotted little thing. 

We didn't know what to do with it. Stray animals are never welcomed in our house. We were always too careful about these kinds of things. We fed it a little milk before we thought of doing anything. It is a hungry and lonely kitten, deprived of any love and shelter. 

I find it weird that my father hasn't brought the kitten outside and left it on the pavement. It's still in our backyard, chasing after our dog that's acting a little too confused about everything. The kitten's probably thinking that our dog is its mother. It's kind of sad. 

I fed it a little tuna so that it wouldn't starve. We had the same dinner, you know.