We do street feeding daily. We keep getting different cases. All cases we can not share with you on youtube. There are some cases like Simba’s case or coco’s case or Lusi’s case that we haven’t shared on youtube yet. If you want to see that too, you can check it out on Instagram.
It started like any other Tuesday morning. I was rushing to my car, latte precariously balanced in one hand, when a flash of fur darted towards me. It was a stray cat, a scrawny calico with wary eyes, but today, she was surprisingly bold. She leaped onto the hood of my car, landing with a soft thud, and stared directly at me.
Now, I’ve always been a soft touch for animals. But this was different. There was a palpable urgency in her gaze, a silent plea that tugged at my heartstrings. She meowed, a raspy sound, and then nuzzled her head against the windshield, as if trying to point me in a certain direction.
I cautiously put down my coffee and approached her. “Hey, there, girl,” I murmured, offering a tentative hand. She sniffed it cautiously, then leaned in for a scratch. The moment I touched her, she seemed to relax, purring like a tiny motor.
Following a gut feeling, I decided to follow her. She hopped off the car and trotted down the street, glancing back occasionally as if to make sure I was still there. We walked for a block, then another, until she led me to an overgrown patch of weeds behind a local grocery store.
And there they were. Hidden amongst the discarded cardboard boxes and tangled vines, were four tiny kittens, no bigger than my fist, huddled together for warmth. Their eyes were barely open, and they mewed softly, a chorus of tiny, helpless cries.
The calico, their mother, nuzzled them gently, then looked back at me, her eyes filled with an emotion I could only describe as gratitude. It was clear. She was asking me to take them home.
