My cat’s name was Misha, I always liked that name so I called her like that, we met many years ago, and I was scared of cats. She was a street cat and she tried to get inside our house no matter what I would do: close the windows and everything because I didn’t wanted her inside my house.

One time we had mice in our house and we heard in the backyard Misha making noises, she captured the mouse very happy and proud like showing us she was a good cat , like saying “See what I can do? Adopt me please” but still we didn’t pay attention to her so much, until we noticed she was pregnant.

She gave birth to her kittens in the roof of our house in a very stormy day. After giving birth she took each kitten with her mouth and got down from the roof walking through a tree to place the kittens under the tree to protect them.

We placed a basket in the backyard with a blanket and she laid her kittens there. After that we took care of the kittens and we felt very close to them. So we had 3 cats, Misha and her kittens. Misha was always very protective of us, and she would wake up very early in the mornings, she had her routines, also she would only eat cat food, nothing else, not even fish or chocolates only cat food. She was very special, she’s in heaven now.