The sweetie came to us because……ja because someone had heard that we take care of cats, and he was one of a litter that was “not needed”…he sat one night and one day in a poultry cage made of fence wire, so on large-meshed wire, with 4cm x 8cm holes, also as a “floor”...
January, 15 degrees below zero…. I see a cat sitting in the middle of the road, in the middle of my lane, and brake, drive very slowly towards it until I’m within 20cm, I can’t see it anymore, covered by the car…It doesn’t move a millimeter. I would...
Main crossroads at the entrance to the town, main road…we drink espresso outside at the petrol station, which will soon be closed. Autumn. It’s getting cool…6 months of renovation, new tenant to come in. From under the dumpster, a 10-week-old kitten comes right...
1 of five – 3 weeks old kittens, from the old village, “the mom was run over”. For Moldova extremely well-off people (2 houses, 2 cars, etc.) were too stupid (yes you can read that too, it’s the truth) to look after the cat for at least 4 months… See CATS...
long story short…after an odyssey of being taken in and abandoned between blocks of flats in the city he came to us because of illness…today he is top mojo, top happy, fully integrated, very cuddly, so all good…
