so about 6 months ago i was ready to go to school, as i got out of the house i hear a scratching sound, when i look up theres a kitten holding to dear life from the roof, he falls just in front of me and i cant believe it, its a baby, barely any hair and preatty desoriented from the fall. i bring him and i fed him, i was so happy to see he didnt got hurt, but i knew mom would never allow the kitten at home, so i just had him in my room for three days, everything was douing fine till he pooped on my floor lol

mom freaked and chased him out, but he kept comming back every day, no matter what mom did or said he came back, and always like to say hi to my mom. time went by and she got used to seeing the cat come and go, and finally she got to come indoors and live happy with a family that loves him like no other :D

ever since "Kat" arrived, mom has fewer breakdowns and sad episodes (she worries about her sister who has cancer)

i just wonder, the cat was at my room, did the lil guy fell from heaven?? lol