So back at the end of June this year, I found a cat that was just withering away in the basement of the building I work in.
She was skin and bones, I’ve never seen a cat so skinny. I tried to find her a home, but no one seemed to be interested. I called her Grandma. Yesterday, when I came to work, I found her covered in her own filth. I grabbed her and took her to the vet. I called my mom, and I was crying on the way there. They examined the cat at the vet’s and found a microchip.
They called her previous owners, and it turned out that her name was Stormy. She went missing 2 years earlier, when they moved to another house. The kids missed her very much, and her family celebrated her birthday every year. I cried with happiness. The owner immediately came and took her home. She’s recovering now.
