By SL Kretschmer
She appeared on my doorstep, bedraggled and hungry. White matted fur, prickly burrs, taut skin stretched across fine rib bones. I spent hours picking through her coat, gently removing the thorny barbs. She didn’t wince or scratch, just sat on my lap; pale blue eyes studying me, purring satisfaction at my efforts. I bathed her gently, rubbed her dry with a fluffy towel. She lapped at the saucer of warm milk, nibbled at the ham I’d finely diced and placed on a silver dish. I was already planning my solitary days around her.
“I guess I’ll name you Hope,” I whispered.
Very beautiful story
Thank you Helen!
Lovely
Thank you, Vivian!
Next day, her owner advertised her as lost 🙁
But that’s a longer story…
My rehomed pets have always been better behaved than the ones I brought up – as if they were grateful.
Definitely a longer story there! And stray cats definitely are more loving 🙂
Lovely story!
Thank you so much, Katie!
Lovely story. There’s so much tenderness in caring for her.
Thank you, Yolanda!
Heart warming
Thank you so much!
This is simply beautiful Sharon. Well done ??
Thank you, Jannine! 🙂
Very sweet
Thank you, Tina!
So lovely! You really feel for that cat – knowing you’re safe in trusted hands. Beautiful ??
Thank you, Paula! ????
When does the nuclear war come when he has to decide whether or not to eat her?