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He was tiny and miserable, crying for his mommy,. His eyes were a little glued, which means he had the kitty flu - dangerous if not cured. So I took the little shaking fur ball and prepare some place for him to sleep - my suitcase with a cloth and a bottle of hot water inside. In meantime I prepared strong tea, cleaned his nose and eyes and gave him some food. He had a little rest but in the end he spend the night with us in the bed, because he only stopped crying when I cuddled him.
The next day we went to work and left the kitty with our roommates. When we got back the kitty was closed in our room because he covered, very precisely the floor in the living room with diarrhea. Because he was very little I didn't dare to give him any medicine but fortunately in the opposite bungalow lived a dutch veterinarian lady, who helped Bubble. She told me that Bombel was about a month old, probably have worms (true) and is dehydrated. She gave him some medicine, told me how to give him the anti-worm pill later, gave me some dry kitty food and didn't charge me a penny for all of that. She was truly a vet by her heart.
So we took care of our new little friend. He was the cutest kitty ever. Also the biggest fucking asshole, biting the shit out of us, showing no gratitude for saving his miserable life. But still the cutest.
He's our adventure compagnion and dear friend, also a whitness of many important moments of my life like shaving my head bald and rolling my first smokable joint
Greetings for 
