RUNTA
My brother had 5 cats, one of which produced a litter of kittens. All the babies were doing fine save one which he explained was the runt of the litter, hence the name “Runta”. He explained that mama had abandoned her because she was so weak and tiny.

This story doesn’t have an entirely happy ending but a few precious moments.

I took Runta to my apartment, kept her in a little bed that I fashioned and placed under the nice warm lamp that I was using to do my college homework. I fed her as best I could with an eyedropper and petted her very gently with one finger.

Runta purred!!!

I wish that were the end of the story but the poor little thing died a few days later.

I can still hear and feel her purring.