I rescue cats. It's been a marathon few months with foster kittens and cats in and out of my house almost constantly. I thought I was done for a while, but ... I woke up to a message from a neighbor that there's a little kitten under her porch. Where I live, tonight's low is 19 F. Very cold. I couldn't stand the thought of some little thing alone and cold.
So I hauled myself up, on Thanksgiving, and went and caught the little kitten, and its mom. Now the mom is in my bathroom, awaiting going to the vet to get shots etc. And the little kitten is asleep on my chest, snuggled inside my hoodie.
This poor little dirty cold ragamuffin is now a little furry warm pile on my chest. And for right now, everything feels OK, even though everything is still broken. I'm not sure why, but it felt important to say that. So thanks for listening.
Here's a picture.