I am the biggest weepy girly-girl

I cried today for a baby mouse, not more than an inch long, that was injured by my foster kittens and probably won't last the night.

I cried big, fat tears for a little baby that's probably terrified and searching desperately for his mommy.

I don't care if it's a mouse and there are 100 million of the little rodents running rampant through New York City, it was a tiny little baby and seeing it hurt broke my heart.

I did the best thing I could think of and put it back where I know the mice enter and exit the wall, hoping against hope that the baby mouse will be able to find its mommy.