They picked me up from a neighborhood where they killed my whole family, I was little and I was left alone. I am happy because in Lara I am not in danger and I have food, but they tell me that there is something called home and it is much better than this. All the kitties want to go there, I’ve gotten over my fear of humans. I call my caregivers and pat them with my paw…slowly, so they don’t forget me when they give them cans…I ask for cuddles and let me be caressed. I’m already affectionate, but still nobody wants to adopt me.
Some cats scare me because they hit me a lot, sometimes I climb into the cupboards to be left alone, I need a more peaceful home, I don’t care if there are more kittens, I like feline company but they shouldn’t hit me, please give me a chance to know what a home is?
