It was a warm Juneteenth afternoon, filled with laughter and the aroma of a backyard BBQ. Our family and friends gathered to celebrate freedom and community, the grill sizzling with joy under the summer sun. Amid the music and chatter, a faint ‘meow meow’ pierced the air a tiny, persistent sound that tugged at our hearts. At first, we couldn’t pinpoint its source. Was it a bird? A trick of the wind? We paused, listening closely, our curiosity growing.Then, one of us noticed movement beneath the lawnmower cover tucked in the corner of the yard. With gentle hands, we lifted the edge and gasped in awe. There, nestled in the shadows, was a one-day-old black-and-white kitten, its tiny body trembling yet full of life. Abandoned and alone, this little fighter had been calling out for help. Without hesitation, we scooped it up, wrapping it in a soft towel, and vowed to give it the care it deserved.