I saw a kitten when I was coming out of the grocery store. She seemed friendly so I picked her up. I couldn't believe what I was touching, her skin was covered in dried mud and her spine was horribly protruding.
I looked around and didn't find a mother or any person for that matter. I took her to the sidewalk so cars won't hit her and left.
I got into my car, and as I was getting out of parking, I found her in the middle of the street. As I was getting out of the car a man also got out of his own car. We looked at each other, he murmured something and suggested I take the cat to an empty lot. I picked the kitten up, put her in my car, and drove away.
I couldn't stop thinking about how if the man wasn't there, or if the cat didn't block me, I would have left her to die. Social motives are surprisingly strong.
She better now.
UPDATE: She died 3 days later.
