One morning, I left with my mom and sister, driven from our shelter. Mom stayed hidden with us to observe this new neighborhood.
She checked that the kibble arrived every day, then she left. She said she would come back, but… time passed, and we were hungry. I didn’t like the kibble; I was too small. And my eyes hurt, my sister cried all the time. A lady passed by. She cleaned our eyes and put in stinging drops. She put down smaller kibble. She came back and said we had to see a doctor. She put us in a big box, and we left in a car. The doctor gave us injections. When we came back, the lady left us in the box, in a quieter garden, with good wet food. Unfortunately, my little sister was breathing worse and worse, and the next morning, she didn’t wake up. I found myself all alone, lost. I saw that cats lived at the top of a big staircase, so I tried to climb up too. The lady laughed a lot, she picked me up in one hand and took me to a place where we are never scared or hungry again. We sleep on cushions, there are toys, and I was able to grow up without worries. My eyes haven’t completely healed; I’m a little cross-eyed. Apparently, it’s charming…
