This will lift your spirits.
Today, as I left the office to go home, I saw a young couple with a small
cat carrier and a kitten-size live trap.
The woman was sitting on the sidewalk, and the man was on his belly, with
his head and shoulders under some bushes and his legs sticking out across
the sidewalk.
So, of course, I stopped to chat and find out what they were up to, and the
man came out of the bushes.
They told me they had observed a little white kitten for the last few days
and had found a home for it and were trying to catch it.  I noticed that the
man had bare hands and arms.
Hmm, I was wondering if they brought any bandages along.
We talked some more, and they told me of cats they had rescued and taken in
and other stuff that indicated to me that they were, indeed, concerned about
the kitten and wanting to rescue it.
While we talked, a beautiful little fuzzball  about 6 weeks old, white with
black on its ears and nose was visible in the bushes, avoiding the trap and
snacking on the bits of food just outside the entrance.
The man took the can of catfood they were using as bait out of the trap, put
a little bit on the tip of his finger , and again lay down with his head
under the bushes.
The kitten was enticed by the food on the finger and came close enough for
the man to grab it.
I grabbed the hardsided crate and held it on end with the door on top and
told the man to drop the struggling kitten in, which he did.
He was scratched some, but not badly. I had expected a lot more blood, but
was glad to see that all the damage appeared to be on the surface.
He was going to wash the scratches and put on some antibiotic.  I told him
that if it got red or started to swell, see a doctor.
Then we had a little conversation about declawing, and they were very much
against it, so this baby will get to keep it's lovely toe-tips when they
deliver it to its new home.
What a great way to end a workday.
Annie