Abandoned animals

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I know that I have been hearing a lot on the news about people losing their homes and abandoning their pets, cats and dogs to fend for themselves. A little over a month ago that harsh reality came to visit where I live. One day my cat came into the livingroom fussing and caterwalling so I got up to follow him and see what his problem was. We have a cat door in our screen door and it was already open so I knew that it wasn't that he wanted to go out. So I followed him to the bedroom where he clearly had something cornered under my bed. I raised the comforter expecting to see a scorpion or vinagaroon or something that he had brought in from outside. What I saw was a long furry orange tail. After a little confusion we finally got the beast out of the house. As soon as we turned our backs however he came strolling in through the cat door and went to ground back under the bed. So we put him out again and blocked the cat door. At this point I figured out that this kitten had been abandoned. His ribs were showing through his coat and he was so shaky on his legs he kept falling down. So I put him back out the door and reblocked the cat door with something heavier. I then put some water out there for him. He drank two bowlfuls before he settled down against our screen door and went to sleep.He kept meowing out there, a weak and pitiful meow where little or no sound came out of the kitten. He remained out there the following day so I kept letting my cat out the front door where he would promptly go back there and try to get the kitten to play. He was too weak to play and my heart went out to him so the second day I fed him some of my cats food but still didn't let him in. We are not supposed to have the cat we already have and we live in a tiny little house so by no means did we need two cats. For two more days he lived out on my back patio, and he would come to the door anytime either of us went near it. I felt sorry for him so I kept feeding him. He would bolt the food down so fast that he wouldn't even chew it. After two days of feeding the trembling went away and he started to play with my cat whenever he went outside. Finally I started letting the kitten come in the house. It was 112 degrees outside and as I told my boyfriend he was going to sit out there on our back porch and die if we didn't help him. We kept him for a month, and asked everyone we knew if they needed or wanted a cat. Finally I got one of my friends to take him because he liked the kitten and said he needed a mouser at his house. So we found him a home. However my friend has had the kitten for over a week now, and I have called him twice and left messages with him to call me back and let me know how its working out. He hasn't called me back, so now I am worried about little Morris and a little angry with my friend for not answering my concerns. The little monster came here adopted us, woke me up tussling with my cat every morning between 4:30am and 5:30 for a month. But he also stole a little place in my heart. My heart goes out to people that are losing their homes, but they are going to live somewhere and besides when you take a domestic pet you shoulc feel responsible for it and at least find it a home. Especially in a place like the desert where there is no free standing water for aimals to drink for miles.