Mitchell sped back to his home, talking to the kitten all the way – hoping against hope that the baby boy would hang on in there. When Mitchell got home, his wife, Carre, heard the commotion. The Mitchell’s house had been boarded up to protect it against Irma and was in complete blackness. So Mrs Mitchell was using a flashlight, and she couldn’t believe what she saw in its beam.
There was her husband, cradling a tiny refugee from the storm in his baseball cap. With no power in the house, there wasn’t much the Mitchells could do to warm the new arrival. The couple dried the kitten thoroughly with towels and then wrapped him up cosy. The Mitchells spent a whole two hours trying to bring the poor pussy back to the land of the living. And their efforts were not in vain; gradually, the couple’s compassionate hard work began to pay off.