Every kitten should be knit into the quilt of kindness.

But without a family, a little life can fray at the seams.

His only hope is the braid.

The khaki kitten felt as limp as string, but he had to keep walking. How long had it been since he’d been tucked in the blanket of his mother? The days and nights were all knotted together.

None of that mattered now. Corduroy just needed to put one small paw in front of the next, following the road like a thread that led … somewhere. Surely, all the fragments of his first five weeks would come together.

“Together” sounded like a cruel yarn when the seizures came. Without warning, Corduroy panted and shuddered, thrown like a rag by his own body.

Like a circle of cloth torn from the whole, he was alone, liable to be taken by the wind.

But love was taking a deep breath.

We can never trace all the golden fibers that save our lives. They weave when we are weary, doing their work when we can do no more. A merciful hand touched Corduroy’s downy head. The embroidery began: a dying kitten caught compassionate eyes. His rescuer’s ears had heard of a place where the ragged are mended. Her feet flew like a loom to our door.

Could we say “yes” to this faint yellow scrap?

This is Tabby’s Place.

We are “yes” with every fiber of our being. We are a king-sized comforter, big enough for the littlest kitten.

Instantly, Corduroy was the snug centerpiece of the golden cord. But two strands would not be enough to withstand his mystery illness. If the kitten was going to be knit back into the family of the living, we would need the full braid.

And at Tabby’s Place, the braid of life has three brave threads: the sanctuary, the cat … and you.

If you have ever given to the Linda Fund, you were Corduroy’s third strand. Your donation was transformed, weaving days and then weeks into a life cut short.

As Corduroy saw a brilliant specialist, you were there, stitching as fast as your fingers could fly. As strength returned to his knobby knees, you were sewing patches over all the sad places.

And as those seizures gave way to the silliness and snuggles of kittenhood, you presented Corduroy with a cape. The loose thread was now a super-kitten, with a valiant, velvety life ahead.

The three-strand cord cannot be broken.

But there are lonely threads still dangling in despair out there, and they need us — all of us — together.

Please donate to the Linda Fund today. You will catch the next frail Corduroy in your arms, plucking him from the wind. You will knit him, safe and sturdy, into the fabric of a family that will never let him down.

You will tear life from death and add an innocent cat to love’s tapestry.

There is no braid of life without you. Please say yes.

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