I lived on the street, a lady made sure I didn't go hungry. And that's how it actually was, unfortunately, until my nose and eyes started getting sick. It was hard for me to breathe and I felt weaker and weaker every day. The lady decided to catch me despite my attempts to escape and asked for help in Pu-Chatka. They took me away and when they saw me they called me a piece of misery. They did various tests and were very worried when it turned out that I was carrying something that did not allow me to be with other cats in the room - FIV. I sat in a cage for a long time, but my aunts built a small room for me with access to a window, which I love and spend all day there!

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