Desperate to help him, Caris pushed the can of food into the crawl space, hoping Ying would at least be able to eat and regain his strength a little bit. She then headed home, but couldn’t stop thinking about the poor cat all night, and knew she had to continue to try and help him.
“I felt like he was already my cat,” Caris said. “I just couldn’t leave him there. It makes me sad envisioning him in that cold space for as long as he had been.”
The next morning, Caris went back to the spot where Ying had been hiding — and was delighted to discover that he was still there. She came up with a new plan, and decided that this time, she would refuse to give up until he was safe and sound in her arms.