I found Chilly literally frozen to the spot beneath a Detroit dock, warmed her up and took her home. She’s now part of the family
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arlier this year, I was walking along the marina in the Jefferson Chalmers neighbourhood in Detroit, Michigan. It was a terribly cold winter; the water had frozen over and everything was coated in a thick layer of frost. Suddenly, a sound caught my ear – the loud cries of a tiny animal.
I didn’t know what it was at first, or where exactly it was coming from, but I kept hearing it – so I decided to turn around and walk towards the wailing. Suddenly I spotted a little kitten, trapped between the wooden dock and the plank of metal underneath it. I realised its paws were stuck, frozen to the metal, and it had been crying out to be rescued.
I knew it would be dangerous to tread on to the frozen water, so I grabbed a raft that was nearby and placed it on the ice. I jumped on and made my way towards the crying kitten. She was trembling with fear, so I was cautious not to scare her even more. Gently, I removed her cold, wet paws from the frost and nestled her in the warmth of my coat.
