Last night, my sister and I saved two stray cats, one of which had been hit and had eggs thrown at him. It's a good and sad feeling, because although I can bring them to a shelter and take them out of harm's way, I wish that I, myself, can keep them and know that they receive not just food, but companionship. Hopefully, they will be adopted by people who will love them. I was too upset to even think about taking a picture of the beautiful, orange kitty who had been physically hurt, but I did manage to take this picture of this handsome black baby boy before bringing him to the shelter. We named him "Slem", and maybe we can still adopt him (actually my mom wants to adopt him.)