Ozzie the Friend of the Lonely

Ozzie Snuggling

One cold and windy spring day a little orange kitten was born. He laid curled up behind a rock trying to keep warm. He was all alone, hungry and scared; his meows were getting weaker. The sun had gone behind the mountain and dusk was setting in. The little orange kitty could not see he was too young for his eyes to be open, but he heard a faint noise. He gave one last little meow, then he felt something pick him up and then he was…