My name is Uma and... I feel like I'm invisible... I'm cheerful, friendly to people, so nice to talk to, but no one remembers me... I don't have my own house, I don't have my own person, and I like to chat to people so much, growl happily. So I wait and wait, my aunts remind me of me wherever they can, and I try not to lose hope that there is a house waiting for me somewhere. One who will never abandon me again in my life! I would be very pleased if Santa Claus remembered me, if I wasn't invisible to him and there was something waiting for me under the Christmas tree this year. But can this happen? What do you think?

You don't know which products to choose?
Make a one-time donation to general assistance for the Homeless: