So it has come to my attention that i have something of a reputation for being a murdering jackass. Well, i'm not asking you to change your minds, but i will tell you another story.
I was driving down the road to meet a few friends for dinner, when i see a peice of garbage tumble down the road. I slowed down to avoid hitting it, but i realized- that was no garbage, but a kitten! I got out and picked him up. He was young, must have just opened his eyes. The unfortunate soul was obviously starving, so i took im directly home and put him in a warm, dry box. I fed him condensed milk from an eye dropper until he stopped shaking. This is the kitty in question.
I kept feeding him over a day or two, and found a home for him with some little girls down the street. Happy ending! the kitty remains healthy and happy to this day.