I never talked about this to anyone, in fact I don't even care anymore its all behind me. So thats why iam going to tell you one of my private stories I never talked about before but feels good to let it out to a bunch of people I don't know at all. So with that here goes, Meow


A while back me and my family were having some difficulties. These problems tore us apart. I was really scared those days unsure of how things were going to turn up, but not turn out! I knew very well I wasn't going to lets things end wrong! But during that process I ended up somehow alone and without a home on the streets of a forghien (sorry spelling?) country (my country of birth were we were taking a vacation sort of). In any case I spent the nights on the street and a roof while my family stayed at homes. I wasn't mad or sad just scared, I couldn't talk the native language and was surrounded by hostile people (at least to those who are from america)

To end the story on my second night a stray cat walked in my direction were I was sitting dirty and exusted from the day and well just rubbed on my leg and showed effection. I named him zack (but later found out it was a girl.) The cat made me really happy on those nights of being alone and after a week of spending time with each other coming by every night to the same trash bin I felt happy. The end came and after two weeks I was off to america and a family problem resolved with my family broken in two.

*In any case could you tell me a time when you were comforted by an animal or person (probably a rare thing) when your life took a drop, thanks

Diango