SOFI

My name is Sofi and I am a Russian Blue cat.

I once had a home. I remember a cozy sofa where I loved to sleep, toys and people who were everything to me. Every day I met them after work, and my world was simple and clear.

But then the war came to our city. At first it all started with strange sounds, then with a rumble that made the walls shake. People in the house often spoke in a low voice, collected things, and I anxiously watched them from the corner. One day they left, the door closed, and I was left alone. I waited. First an hour, then a day, then a week. But the door did not open again.

I found myself locked in. I did not immediately understand this, but then the realization came to me. I had no chance to survive in a closed apartment. At some point, hopelessness swallowed me up and all I could do was scream. There was no food left at all, as well as water. But I continue to scream with all my might.

And I was heard! These were unusual people who cared about me even though they didn't know me. They made a hole in the door of my apartment and I was able to get out through it. I was sincerely happy to see them. I remember how one of them told me: "No one deserves such a fate: to die in a closed apartment without even the opportunity to fight for your life! It's like being kept alive in a tomb."

After that, I ended up in a shelter. It wasn't hard for me to find my place here, because I love the company of other cats and of course people. I'm ready to spend all my time with someone. Play, run, eat, sleep or do something together with someone - that's all I need. I also often hear many people say that I'm one of the kindest cats in the shelter. Perhaps this is true, because I haven't lost hope in happiness even after I was abandoned.

I'm happy to be in the shelter and very grateful that I was rescued from a closed abandoned apartment, but I believe that one day I will again have a chance to feel the warmth of a family and my own home.