My name is Misho
My name is Misho.
I am a young male cat, at about a year of age. Right in the prime of my life. A have been living in the streets for a month; I have been sleeping under the cars, near the tires; and I have been standing right in front of my former home since then…
I don’t know what happened. I was such a good boy and I did nothing wrong, they enjoyed me very much… Allegedly. They loved me… Allegedly. At least I think so. But what I know for sure is that I loved my family and I loved them still… I wait for them to come back for me every day and every night. I don’t want to move from the entrance of the block because right in that moment “my people” may come and look for me and I might miss that opportunity to reunite with them again. That’s why I will wait right here.
I am sad and I feel very bad… All I have is memories: from when I was a little kitten and they used to play with me; they said I was a sweetie, fluffy; they hugged me and I enjoyed all the attention and care. I felt warm and safe in my bed. I wonder what could have happened to make them carry me in their arms and leave me in front of the block. At first I thought that we were going for a short walk in fresh air, but… I was wrong. This “short walk” turned into a month now. But I don’t lose hope, I believe in my family. They must have had some kind of trouble and when everything turns well again they will take me home! I am waiting for them! And I will wait as long as I have to… They couldn’t have just thrown me out, as if I am some useless toy, without thinking about me, how I would manage to survive, to find food… They loved me… I suppose that if they couldn’t take care of me anymore they would have tried to find me a new home and new “family of my own”. That is why I refuse to believe this.
Thank God there are other good people who like me – they give me water and food; it’s good that it is warm outside and I can sleep in front of the block. But I am worried that if I wait too long and I meet the winter, I wouldn’t survive it. I am not used to it. I am a domestic cat. I have seen how other cats live in the streets only through the window of my home. And I always wondered how they do it. I felt sorry for them; I wanted them to have a family like my own. I hope I won’t share their fate.
Five days ago a kind couple took me to the vet. There I heard them saying that I have a lot of bugs on me and that is why my fur started falling off and caused sores. They treated me against internal and external parasites. And I am incredibly thankful for that because the bugs no longer bite me and I don’t feel my whole body itchy anymore.
A male domestic cat at about a year of age is looking for a home. He is treated against internal and external parasites. His temper is very kind and calm.