I know melting can be a cliche, but I think that’s what actually happened to me at that moment: I lost every bone in my body. It wasn’t trying to hide, I don’t even think it was scared. Then it lowered its head and sank down into its hole. The kitten looked up at me, slowly and sadly. The books were piled haphazardly to the top of the box, partially hiding it from view. It was huddled in the front left corner of the box, its head down, its legs tucked underneath it, trying to appear as small as possible. I was still catching my breath when I saw the kitten. The library staff found a tiny orange kitten inside the metal book drop box outside the library. It started on a bitterly cold morning in January 1988. He Was Found Freezing In the Library Book Drop Box He Was Found Freezing In the Library Book Drop Box.
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