My younger brother has a cheerful and chatty personality. He calls himself the Nature Detective and has a keen interest in plants and animals. He is always on the lookout for seeds when he goes exploring around the neighbourhood so that he can collect them and plant them in his little pots. He also enjoys looking out for insects and garden animals like snails and lizards. However, he is not allowed to bring them home.
Last Friday, I was surprised to find my brother quiet when I returned home from school. He would usually hide behind the door waiting to give me a scare. He does not get tired of this trick though I already know he is there and would not be frightened by his 'boo'. So I was quite puzzled that I did not receive his usual greeting.
I found him in his room lying on his bed and looking very sad. There were tears glistening in his eyes.
After some probing, he told me that on his way back from school with our mother, they saw a kitten sleeping among some old towels in a plastic box under the void deck. It lay almost motionless and looked helpless. My mother said it was most likely an abandoned kitten. My brother wanted to bring the black and white kitten home to care for it as he felt that it was very pitiful. However, my pragmatic mother did not allow him to do so as she explained that the kitten needed to feed on its mother milk and was most likely too young to be able to drink milk from a saucer. Furthermore, the kitten looked very weak and may not survive. It may be ill and we have never looked after small animals before, let alone a sick one. My brother said his heart felt so painful at leaving the kitten under the void deck. He was disappointed and at the same time angry with my mother for not helping the kitten.
I comforted him by telling him that the kitten's mother may return and care for it or that someone who loves cats and knows how to care for it may bring it home. My mother also told him that he can keep his own pet when he grows up and can take care of himself and be responsible. She also reminded him that our flat is too small for pets and that the kitten may not survive in our care as we do not know how to care for small animals.
Personally, I felt that though it seemed callous not to bring the kitten home, that may be a wise thing to do. The kitten may have some unknown disease making it unfit for domestic care and we would have to incur additional costs bringing it to the veterinarian. Should the kitten die in our care as we are inexperienced in handling abandoned animals, we would feel even more guilty.
I am sure my brother will learn to handle such disappointments in his life and be less affected as he grows up. It is unusual to find him sad as he is a contented boy who finds joy in simple things.
Last Friday, I was surprised to find my brother quiet when I returned home from school. He would usually hide behind the door waiting to give me a scare. He does not get tired of this trick though I already know he is there and would not be frightened by his 'boo'. So I was quite puzzled that I did not receive his usual greeting.
I found him in his room lying on his bed and looking very sad. There were tears glistening in his eyes.
After some probing, he told me that on his way back from school with our mother, they saw a kitten sleeping among some old towels in a plastic box under the void deck. It lay almost motionless and looked helpless. My mother said it was most likely an abandoned kitten. My brother wanted to bring the black and white kitten home to care for it as he felt that it was very pitiful. However, my pragmatic mother did not allow him to do so as she explained that the kitten needed to feed on its mother milk and was most likely too young to be able to drink milk from a saucer. Furthermore, the kitten looked very weak and may not survive. It may be ill and we have never looked after small animals before, let alone a sick one. My brother said his heart felt so painful at leaving the kitten under the void deck. He was disappointed and at the same time angry with my mother for not helping the kitten.
I comforted him by telling him that the kitten's mother may return and care for it or that someone who loves cats and knows how to care for it may bring it home. My mother also told him that he can keep his own pet when he grows up and can take care of himself and be responsible. She also reminded him that our flat is too small for pets and that the kitten may not survive in our care as we do not know how to care for small animals.
Personally, I felt that though it seemed callous not to bring the kitten home, that may be a wise thing to do. The kitten may have some unknown disease making it unfit for domestic care and we would have to incur additional costs bringing it to the veterinarian. Should the kitten die in our care as we are inexperienced in handling abandoned animals, we would feel even more guilty.
I am sure my brother will learn to handle such disappointments in his life and be less affected as he grows up. It is unusual to find him sad as he is a contented boy who finds joy in simple things.

