Driving home I saw a box on the side of the road in the forest. I didn’t think much of it, people dump their trash in the forest more often than I care to see. Something made me turn around and check. The box had a dead chicken in it. Suddenly, this kitten ran out of the brush, up my body and onto my shoulder, crying the entire time.
I don’t know how many kittens started off in that box, but she was all that was left. She was only a couple of weeks old.
Meet Nadja.
