Monday of this week, my wife pulled up in her car. When she stopped, we heard a scream of a kitten or cat; we thought that my wife had run over one of her cats. On further investigation, we realized that the cat was in the motor compartment of her car. When we opened the hood, I looked down we could see, at the very bottom, a baby kitten, maybe 3 to 6 weeks old. My oldest daughter Donna with lots of work and coaching, ended up getting a little cat to come out of the motor compartment, and it took off and ran into the woods. We went back into the house, and the kitten ran back up to the car and went right back into the engine compartment. We don’t know how long the kitten had been initially in there, and it wouldn’t come out this time. My wife called animal control, and they came out, and there was nothing they could do to get a little kitten out. My wife was beside herself, trying to figure out how to get this baby kitten out of her new car without dying or having to kill it to get it out. Wednesday late afternoon or early evening, my daughter Donna returned to the house and scared the kitten with banging all over the vehicle; it finally jumped out and ran under the porch with Donna fast on her heels. My daughter finally captured the little cat being bit and scratched repeatedly. My wife and others took a little kitten into the bathroom with some water and food and left her overnight. My granddaughter with the softest heart in the world came over, and the kitten went straight to her and let her love her all over. My daughter Donna saved a little kitten’s life because it could’ve lasted much longer without water, especially. In the grand scheme of life, saving a little kitten has no significant meaning, but somehow it feels good; my daughter and granddaughter put in the effort to keep it alive.