I was just relaxing in my chair for a few moments before heading out to teach my yoga class when I got a call from the packinghouse in Orange Cove where I had been conducting a TNR project. I was told that a kitten had been spotted lying under a tree. The woman who called me said she was told that the kitten had been in the same spot all day. Of course I went there immediately. As I approached the kitten lying motionless under the tree, I thought it was dead. Then it lifted its tiny head and meowed at me as if calling for help. I scooped up the poor thing at which point it began to cry piteously. I rushed it to my car and headed off to The Cat House on the Kings.