As I was walking by, I heard a faint, pitiful cry coming from a sewer pipe.
Rushing over, I saw a tiny kitten with his head stuck, his whole body trembling in fear.
He looked so helpless that I couldn’t hold back my tears.

His soft, desperate cries tugged at my heart.
I knelt down, trying to free him with my hands, but I was too afraid I might hurt him.
The kitten was thirsty and exhausted.

Gently, I gave him some water to soothe him.
“Hang in there,” I whispered, “you will be saved.”

Knowing I needed more than just my hands, I grabbed a concrete drill.

We worked carefully, breaking the solid concrete around the pipe, always mindful of the fragile kitten.

After more than 30 tense minutes, we finally broke through.
I was overjoyed when I gently pulled him out, his small body shaking but safe.

Afterward, I gave him a warm bath, washing away the dirt.
He was a beautiful, sweet kitten with soft fur and the brightest eyes.

I knew in that moment I couldn’t let him go.
I fed him, and from then on, we stayed together.
Now, we’re inseparable, and every day is filled with happiness.