little outcast

We pulled into the Community center,  all of us were tired.....until we saw the hungry, little, fluffy ball skitter across the lot to the front of the building.  Paige picked the gray and white kitten up with care.  Immediately my dad pipes up, "No more cats." I fully understand...we have five.  He was so cute, hungry, sick, and outcast.  Who would throw this little guy onto the streets?  We went in to church.  He sat at the door all the while.  We left for home kitten-less, poor lil' guy.  But my mom couldn't stand it,  she convinced my dad to take him home and clean him up and find a home for him in two days....or else.  We have dubbed him Squeak,  when he meows he sounds like a dog toy.  We have had him for nine days and my dad is in no big hurry to get rid of him, though we are still looking for a nice home for him.  His eyes are no longer crusted shut and he doesn't attack food like the world is coming to an end.  Does any one have a story anything like this one? Little things can make a difference....even if they are for dirty, little outcasts.-Rachel