The lost and found friends.

It's been almost 2 weeks ago since my sister adopted this cat and I think someone left this poor little kitten on our porch. One day, I saw our older kitten playing and upon looking at it I saw this smaller kitten,alone and crying. Days passed and the older kitten in our house died due to the breakdown of his blood sugar according to his vet. Before my sister took the cat to the doctor,she have seen the adopted kitten comforting the sick kitten.He never left his big brother especially on his dying moment,maybe because its because he was there for him when he was left by his owner. As of now,this kitten is now growing in good condition. I named him Aslan since I am an avid fan of Narnia and I am hoping that he will grow as strong as Aslan is.