MARTIN

My name is Martin and I am a mixed breed cat.

My past is the front line, where every day began with the sound of explosions and ended the same way. I lived among destroyed houses, hid in basements and ate everything I could find. Life there was like waiting for the end: cold, hunger and fear became my usual companions. I didn’t know how much longer I could endure.

Sometimes I went out during the day, although it was dangerous. I wandered among the ruins, and every sound made me freeze. But one day everything changed. That day I heard a voice. Someone was calling animals like me, and the smell of food pulled me forward. I stood aside for a long time, hesitating. But hunger turned out to be stronger than fear.

I came closer, and they stood quietly, without making any sudden movements. They placed a bowl in front of me, and I carefully began to eat. When I was full, one of the people slowly extended his hand. Something flashed inside me: you can trust them. And I let myself be touched. These hands were so warm and pleasant. I knew that from that moment on I was safe.

Then I was brought to the shelter. And I am so grateful for that. It is calm and quiet, there is always food and people who are always kind to me. I am still learning to trust, but I like spending time in the company of other cats. I hope that one day there will be a family who will give me a second chance and show me what real love is.