The nicest thing I remember was way back in September. I was coming back from my walk and I saw a cat lying on the sidewalk. It looked really sick, and his leg looked pretty banged up. I didn't want to leave it there, but my apartment didn't have anything to help me care for it, so I decided to stay with it and I called up my dad to come by and pick it up so that way, it'd at least have food and shelter for the day, and then he can bring it to a animal shelter the next day. My dad, doing some running around with my mom at the time, told me to try call some of the animal shelters to come pick it up, but it was labor day, so none of them were open, or at least, not open where you could just walk in and drop the cat off. My dad told me to get to the hospital (Where he was lying outside of) and let them take care of it, saying it was their responsibility and not mine, but I put my foot down and refused, because I didn't want to leave it alone in case it wandered off, since the last thing I wanted was to see was the cat getting hurt or dieing on the street.
So finally, my dad agrees to pick the cat up so he can give it shelter and bring it to a animal shelter tomorrow. So I sat by the cat to give it some company. It was a very sickly cat, yet affectionate since it brushed up to me, trying to get me to pet it (Which I happily obliged). Then a few moments later, a cop drove by and I told him about the cat and told me that he had keys to the animal shelter and told me that he'd take care of the cat, and drove off with him.
Wasn't really a whole lot I could do, but I didn't want to leave it alone since the cat was in bad shape, and I wanted to at least give it some company until my dad came. Hopefully, the cat turned out OK after that.
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