One day last summer a friend of mine was standing at the door of her shop, when she saw a small red and white fur ball in the middle of the road. A little kitten was playing absolutely fearlessly. She took him immediately and from that day the kitten had been living in the shop. Growing up he was so active that she moved him in to the backyard of the store. But he was alone there and did not like it. So, one day the kitten vanished. We were all very sad and depressed.
About a month later, when returning home, I saw somebody feeding a cat. I moved closer and realised that the cat was the fearless little creature we had lost. I took him into my home and informed my friend that I had found him. We were all very glad.
The question now was what were we going to do with this cat? A lady said she could take him to her brother’s farm in the countryside in a months’ time. Well, I said, I can keep him till that day. When “that” day came, the lady arrived by car in which there were also five people and a dog but no space for the cat. So, since then, this adorable little kitten has lived with me. He is now almost one year old. He is still active (not always of course) and when he is full of energy, he runs all over the house, he slaps every other cat he meets on his route, he climbs on the doors, up and down the stairs. But, when he is quiet, he is the most tender and adorable cat I have ever seen. He lies next to me, he touches me with his little paw, he closes his eyes and he is the absolute happiness itself! Well Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Mr. Woolfie.