It was no accident on that moonlit night. There you were, a tiny kitten, looking out from under a dumpster, with no mother in sight. I was determined to save your life. I went back every day to feed and protect you and hopefully earn your trust. Magically, in the second week, our eyes met for a fleeting moment and I picked you up. Your little paws clung to my neck and we both held on tight. Our hearts were beating fast and filled with a forever feeling. I couldn’t help but notice that the tip of your tail looked like a paint brush, dipped in the purr-fect pallet; bringing color and comfort to my life. You are…my masterpiece!
Love,
Moma Lisa
