The Quiet Cat At The Stray Night

When I was a child, my mother and my grandmother did not accept that I or my sister bring stray animals into the house. They always used to say that a cat or a dog would destroy the house, but our desire to have a pet was always there, especially a cat, an animal we always had admired.

When I was ten years old, I went to the supermarket with my grandmother and my sister. When were way back home, it was very dark and the only thing that illuminated our path was a street lantern with a very dimmed light because the ravages of time. I remember that night was especially quiet.

In the darkness, I noticed a little black thing moving in the corner of a house. It was a kitten. I grabbed the cat and went running back at where my grandmother was. I told her that the cat was in great danger of being bitten by a dog, and I saved it.

She was obviously not very happy with the idea of adopting a cat, but I and my sister insisted.

We continued walking toward home, and, in the direct light of that old street lantern, I noticed that the cat had its eyes completely infected.

Probably, the poor thing cannot even saw. When we arrived at home, my mother was not very happy, but she and my aunt were later very moved by the state of the kitten.

With a lot of care and love, the cat was able to recover from its eye infection and my family finally accepted the idea of having animals in the house. Now, in 2018 we have nine cats.