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06/09/2025

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A tribute from nature to my little dog
26/08/2025

A tribute from nature to my little dog

Daniel never wanted a cat. Not because he disliked them, but because love—real love—always ended in loss. He had lost to...
26/08/2025

Daniel never wanted a cat. Not because he disliked them, but because love—real love—always ended in loss. He had lost too many people, too many things, and he wasn’t willing to open his heart to something that could be taken away.
But then came Luna.
A scrappy, gray tabby with striking blue eyes, she appeared on his doorstep one rainy night, meowing insistently as if she belonged there. He tried to ignore her. He told himself not to care. But when she pressed her tiny, wet paws against his leg and looked up at him with those eyes, something inside him cracked.
He let her in.
Days turned into months, and Daniel found himself laughing again—for the first time in years. Luna was everywhere: sleeping on his laptop, batting at his shoelaces, curling up on his chest as he read late into the night. He would wake up to her soft purring, her warm body curled against his own.
Then one day, she was gone.
He searched everywhere. Called her name into the empty streets. Left food on the porch, hoping she would come back. But as days turned to weeks, hope faded.
Daniel told himself it was his fault for letting her in. That this was why he didn’t love things. Because they always left.
Months passed. The house felt hollow. And then, one autumn evening, as he sat on the porch, staring at the setting sun, a familiar sound cut through the silence.
A soft, scratchy meow.
His breath caught. He turned—and there she was.
Luna.
She was thinner, her fur matted, but those blue eyes still held the same stubborn spark. She took one slow step forward, then another, before leaping into his arms.
Daniel held her close, pressing his face into her fur. “You came back,” he whispered, his voice breaking.
Luna purred, rubbing her head against his cheek, as if to say: I was always yours. I just had to find my way home.
And for the first time in a long time, Daniel let himself believe in love again.

"The Gift of Trust"*She’s been with us for five years now.Every single day, I feed her. She waits patiently, always appe...
26/08/2025

"The Gift of Trust"*

She’s been with us for five years now.

Every single day, I feed her. She waits patiently, always appearing with that calm, familiar look — as if to say, *“I know you’ll be here.”* And I always am. Over time, she became more than just a cat I took care of. She became family. She showed affection not with loud purrs or playful antics, but through quiet presence, soft looks, and gentle trust.

There’s always been a silent bond between us — one that needed no words.

But today
 something happened that touched me more deeply than I ever expected.

She came to me like she always does. But this time, she wasn’t alone.

Trailing behind her, stumbling a little on tiny paws, was her baby. A fragile, wide-eyed little kitten. She gently nudged it toward me, then stepped back and watched. No fear, no hesitation — just trust.

In that one moment, she said everything without saying a word:

*“This is my baby. My most precious thing. And I want you to meet them. I trust you with what I love the most.”*

I froze. My heart swelled. That simple gesture — bringing her child to me — meant more than anything. It wasn’t just about food or routine anymore. I wasn’t just someone who fed her.

Not All Cats Are FriendsToday started off just like any other ordinary day. I stepped out of the house for a bit of fres...
13/08/2025

Not All Cats Are Friends
Today started off just like any other ordinary day. I stepped out of the house for a bit of fresh air, not expecting anything special. The sunlight was soft, calming—like nature itself was whispering peace. As I reached my gate, I saw her.

A small, beautiful orange cat was lying just outside. Her eyes held a quiet story—one of loneliness, of waiting, maybe even longing for a bit of warmth. Something about her pulled me in.

I slowly approached, and to my surprise, she didn’t run. No fear, no hesitation. It felt like she had already recognized me, like we had crossed paths in another life. I gently reached out and petted her. She closed her eyes and melted into the moment. Two strangers
 who somehow felt familiar.

A few minutes later, another cat appeared. At first, it looked like a reunion—maybe a friend, maybe a sibling. But the mood shifted quickly. The new cat started attacking her, biting and chasing. That calm little soul who had just started to relax was suddenly full of fear again.

I couldn’t stand by and watch. I stepped in, shooed the aggressive cat away, and picked her up.

And in that moment, I decided—no, I knew—she wasn’t going back out there.I brought her inside, gave her food, comfort, and a space where she could finally feel safe. She looked around quietly, slowly realizing she didn’t need to fight for love anymore.

Now, she’s not just a cat we rescued. She’s family. A part of our home. Her presence has added a softness to our days, a kind of love that asks for nothing, yet gives so much.
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29/06/2025

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