It was a sunny day - and a lucky one for me.
I was struggling to come out of a plastic bag, my eyes were still unopened as hands picked me up and said:
"Guck mal, eine Katze!" ("Take a look, it is a cat!")
I was screaming and freightened.
I was thirsty. I was hungry and I was tired.
Soon I felt comforted. I was given milk and a warm box to sleep. I slept most of the time and every time I cried, somebody took care of me.
It felt good.
A few days later, I gained strength and I was not afraid anymore.
