I feel cruel. There's a little grey+black stripes kitten at the side of the water meter outside where we ate dinner. It sounds hungry and hopeless, and it's just there alone.

This is the first time I feel like bringing a stray kitten back so fucking badly, but dad wouldn't allow cuz he thinks grandma wouldn't allow. If tomorrow I'm coming here with aunt for lunch, I'm bringing him back to the park. At least that's a way to actually be possible that some nice people could bring them in. But if they didn't, I guess I would head to the park more often then.

Be strong, little one