Grandpa Finds Kittens in His Barn – Then the Vet Looks Up at the Hayloft and Turns Pale

They gave her ten minutes. They were the longest ten minutes of Walt's life. The snow came properly now, big wet flakes settling on the gravel and on the vet's shoulders. Inside, Lily had her nose pressed to the glass, and June had her arms around her.

"If the dose was right, she's under," the vet said at last. He clicked on a flashlight, lay flat on his stomach in the snow and wriggled halfway under the porch. Walt held on to his boots, just in case. For a while there was only the vet's breathing and the soft hiss of snow. Then his voice came back up from under the boards, muffled.

"She's out. The kitten's tucked right in against her. It's fine." Walt let out a long breath. "Walt," the vet said, and something in his voice changed. "Get me more light. There isn't one wire on her. There are two."