All started on the second week of February 2009 when a cat who used to walk on the roofs where I work (I work in an Automotive work shop) made her appearance with young kittens. After two weeks she‘d be killed by a car and the litter left alone. So the owner of the business where I work took 3 of them and brought them home.

Two got given away very quickly and only one was left. I went to the owner’s house and my husband was asking me to take the last kitten home.

I didn’ t want to, I said to myself:” An pet is a huge responsibility and I don’t want to have it.”

Then I went to check the kitten and I saw him in a small box in a big empty room with just a saucer with some milk.

He was so small! He had perhaps 2-3 weeks old. I felt so bed that such a small and helpless creature should pass the night alone in a cold box, so I couldn’t t resist and I agreed to my husband to bring him home. We named him George.

Then a couple of days after, between two walls we started to hear a cry of a cat and we found out that a kitten was trapped, so we after hours of trying to rescue the little kitten, we made a hole into the wall and rescued the cat. He was in bad condition, but one of my colleagues Ingrid took him home and named him Simba.

After 3 days Ingrid was annoyed of the cat because he was crying too much. We proposed her to give it to us, so George could have his brother with him to play.

She said no. But two days after, she showed at our house with Simba and gave him to us. Simba could barely walk, he was skinny and in need of love.

He couldn’t t go to the toilet, he was sick. She had fed him with fried egg and rice, a baby of only 2 weeks old!

That night slept with us and I put a carton box on top of me in case he had to go to the toilet. The day after, we went to the vet and said that Simba was in bad condition, malnourished and dehydrated. He gave him a shot of vitamins and said he needed to be hospitalized but Simba decided to end his life. But we had George our cat.

He was sleeping in the middle of ours bed, he needed the human heat to survive, and we transformed ourselves as a surrogate mother.

We needed to feed him with a milk bottle; we bought special milk formulated for cats, as cow’s milk gives them tummy aches.

Every two hours my husband was going home to feed him and I was running from work to keep feeding him.

He started to grow bigger and stronger. It was a big satisfaction.

Today George is a beautiful healthy and strong cat, very playful and so loving and faithful to us.