I once took in a stray, barely old enough to feed himself, who had been beaten up so bad he lost both eyes. Poor buddy was blind, so every time he woke up, he would cry in fear realizing he was alone and I had to get up to keep him company, feed and water him a bit, until he went back to sleep. That was absolutely brutal. Thankfully, I could give him out the next day to someone who was equipped to deal with a kitty that young, because I couldn’t have endured that on a weekday…

