This is my baby, Neo. And what you're about to read is the story behind this photo.
On August 11, 2011, my sister (Taylor), boyfriend (Clayton) and I went for a bike ride. My parents had just given me a brand new bike for my upcoming birthday, so I was really anxious to get out and about. It had been storming hard for 3 days. Right when the rain let up, we went out.
It was dark when we left the house. Summers are unbearably hot in Arkansas, especially in August. The low temperatures at night are refreshing, especially after days of rain.
We rode all over town for hours and hours. At one point, we made a turn toward Subway to grab a sandwich. It led us off the bike trail into the streets over by the hospital, many miles from our house. At 11:00 PM, every decent restaurant was closed. From afar, we could see the darkness of the shopping center. Everything on that side of town was closed. We kept riding.
Out of nowhere, an alert went off in my head. I heard the faint cries of an animal in distress. I immediately dropped my bike in the street (oops) and began looking. As I got closer, the cries turned to yowls. I spotted him. He was a tiny, bony, beat up kitten. He couldn't have been more than 8 weeks old.