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The Kitten on The Wall in a Warzone
A story about the littlest lives lost
TW: animal cruelty
There’s a tiny being screaming for her life in Kherson, Ukraine.
No bigger than palm-sized and clinging on for dear life to a damp crevice in a wall, a bright ginger kitten is seconds away from drowning in this darkening world.
Her owners had named her Isolde, but it wasn’t long before her nicknames boiled down to one rather apt and affectionate, “the mighty orange.”
Granted, her owners are long gone now.
When the flood arrived, Isolde found herself lost and alone, far from home, torn away from her siblings and atomically terrified.
All she could do was cry out. Shiver. Whimper. Call for her mama. Protract her claws and embed them into the nearest surface she could reach as the water rose and her toes froze and the narrow alley she found herself trapped in became more and more isolated and unidentifiable from the world she had previously known. She was exhausted. Confused. More afraid than a kitten should ever be.
“I don’t understand,” her little voice pleaded to nobody in particular, desperate to be heard. “What did I do wrong?”
