Dear Santa!

I don't remember my early childhood. My earliest memories, which I associate well, are my dog ​​and cat siblings. They were my haven of peace during the first, difficult two years of my existence in this world. Unfortunately, the rest of my previous life was not a bed of roses. I was terribly afraid every day. My former caregiver abused drugs. Where I lived, our feces: dog, human and cat were mixed together on the floor. I had no litter box, no food. Sometimes the guardian was sweet to us and stroked us, sometimes he behaved erratically and that's why I lost trust in people. Now that my life has changed, I have access to food, the surroundings are clean and people only give me tenderness, I still have problems with trust. I know it shouldn't be like this. Together with the behaviorist, we work on this in my therapy - as you can see, I am a conscious kitten! I feel safest when petted under a blanket. Then I feel like no one sees me and I'm in no danger. Then I can even purr! I have a long convalescence ahead of me, not in terms of health, but I can cope with it. First of all, I need to learn again that the world is not bad.
Santa, I just dream of bentonite litter and Animonda Carny wet food and supplements to alleviate diarrhea symptoms. These are not high expectations because this is all I need. Supplies so that I can sit peacefully in the Temporary Home and recover mentally.

Merry Christmas Santa, may something as good happen to you as it happened to me.
Bojkot

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