Skinny stray cat wanders the street aimlessly. When someone offers to care for her, she hesitates.

New Friend

As I walked along the road, I saw a frail kitten, thin as a leaf. I couldn’t leave him, so I picked him up and took him home.

His frail body weighed on my heart. I scooped him up and brought him home.

Thin and Hungry

The kitten was thin, his tiny frame fragile. My heart ached, so I prepared food. He devoured it, trembling with each bite. I wondered how long he had been starving.

Watching him eat as if starving, I felt a pang of sorrow. How long had this creature suffered?

On the Mend

After finishing, the kitten slowed, belly full. He sighed and settled, no longer hollow, finally nourished.

By morning, the kitten seemed stronger. His frame looked less fragile, and his eyes had more life. A small improvement, but it gave me hope.

Checking His Health

I took him to the vet for a check-up to ensure there were no hidden health issues.

At the vet clinic, I trimmed his claws before placing him on the scale. He weighed 2.6 kilograms. He was fragile but had a quiet resilience in his eyes.

Fragile State

The vet confirmed he was anemic and weak from malnutrition. I was advised to focus on feeding him before deworming. I was determined to help him recover.

When I first brought him home, everything felt rushed. My focus had been on getting him fed, warm, and safe. But today, as I finally had a chance to really look at him, I realized how special he was.

Noticing His Beauty

Today, I truly saw him—not just as the starving kitten I had found, but as something more. Beneath the dirt and thinness, there was beauty—soft fur regaining its sheen, delicate features full of quiet resilience. Even the clinic nurse admired him.

At the clinic, the nurse stroked the kitten’s head. ‘What a sweet boy,’ she said, admiring his fur and curious eyes. I had seen him starving and fragile, but now he was improving.

Building Trust

By the third day, he was still wary. Though fed and sheltered, he remained restless, flinching at noises and scanning the room. He wasn’t ready to relax yet, but in time, he’d realize he was safe.

That night, he still seemed uneasy, his body tense, eyes darting. I approached carefully, kneeling beside him. ‘You’re safe now,’ I said softly, reaching out.

No More Hunger

I knelt beside him, stroking his frail body. ‘This is your home now,’ I murmured. ‘You’ll never be hungry again.’ The cat blinked, uncertain but not shying away. I hoped he would learn to trust he was safe.

He was too frail for a proper bath, so I wiped him clean. His strength was slowly returning with each meal, and as long as he ate and drank well, he was on the path to recovery.

At-Home Care

For now, I’ll clean him at home.

He was eating well, digesting normally, and staying hydrated. It was reassuring to see him growing stronger.

Getting Comfortable

His belly looked slightly rounder than yesterday—a sign he was filling out. Days ago, he was skin and bones; now, each meal added strength, moving him past his frailty.

A week had passed since I brought him home, and he was settling in.

New Routine

A week had passed since I brought him home, and he was settling in. No longer afraid to rest, he now curled up beside the bed. When our eyes met, his tiny tail swayed, a silent acknowledgment of trust.

On the ninth day, I took him to the pet store for a bath. He was stronger but still scruffy, and the smell from his litter box lingered.

Bath Time

After bringing him home, I learned he had stomatitis. I decided it was time for a proper bath.

He has a habit of staying in his litter box.After fending for himself on the streets, old habits are hard to break. But soon, he’d realize he no longer needs to confine himself.

Shedding the Dirt

The little guy needed a bath. Today, he would shed the grime and odors of his stray life.

The shop assistant shaved away the kitten’s matted fur, revealing his fragile body. His tangled coat was beyond saving, a sign of his rough life. As the fur fell, he shivered but stayed still, as if sensing a fresh start. Soon, he would be clean and ready for his new home.

Growing Fast

At the pet store, I placed him on the scale and waited. He had gained 0.6 jin—about 0.4 pounds. It wasn’t much, but given his frail state when I found him, it felt like progress.

After the bath, I placed him in the pet dryer, ensuring he was warm. Once dry, I brought him home and prepared his favorite meal. Watching him eat, I felt a quiet joy. He was safe, clean, and fed.

Well-Earned Feast

He stayed still as the warm water washed away the grime of the streets. His damp fur clung to his skin as he sat patiently. To celebrate, I made sure he had plenty of his favorite food. With a full belly, he stretched out, his eyes growing heavy with sleep.

I prepared his favorite treats. He ate them all and now lounges, full and sleepy.

Fresh Start

I’m tidying his room, making it clean and comfortable. Once done, he’ll likely curl up and nap after a long day.

Without his scruffy fur, he looked almost unrecognizable. His shaved coat left him bare and fragile, his tiny frame visible. But beneath it, he was the same kitten, and his fur would grow back soon.

Trust Growing

His fur grows back, soft and new. Each day, he looks healthier, his body no longer frail. In time, he will flourish.

By the eleventh day, he trusted me more. He no longer hesitated to approach and even slept on my lap. Days ago, he had been too frightened to lie down. Now, he sought comfort, his quiet purring filling the room.

Comfort in His Arms

He rushes to my side, pressing against me. His fur nuzzles into my arms, purring softly. Thinking back to the frightened, starving kitten I found, it’s clear how much he trusts me. He’s not just a stray—Ike’s family.

He curls up in my arms, warm and relaxed. His gentle breathing and soft purrs fill the air. After everything, seeing him at peace is heartwarming.

Hungry All the Time

After dinner, I took him to the pet store for food. His curious eyes scanned the shelves. He had come far from the frail kitten I found. Now, he was growing, his belly rounding with each meal.

His appetite has grown, and his body is filling out. He’s gained a jin (0.7 pounds), each meal moving him past his hardships.

Putting on Weight

Watching him grow stronger fills me with joy. His once fragile frame is transforming, his steps more confident. It’s hard to believe how much he has changed since I found him—thin and weak. Now, as he finishes his meal, I smile. Each bit of weight he gains proves he’s safe, home.

As he ate, I saw how much he had grown. His frail body had filled out, his round belly nearly touching the ground.

Cozy Evening

After dinner, we settled in the living room. The kitten curled up beside me as I turned on the TV. His belly rose and fell with each breath, blue eyes flickering toward the screen. I scratched behind his ear, realizing he was becoming a part of my life.

He curled up beside me, blue eyes fixed on the screen, ears twitching at every sound. Just weeks ago, he had been a starving stray.

Picking a Name

I haven’t settled on a name. I call him ‘Mimi’ for now, but he deserves one that reflects his rescue and our journey. He doesn’t seem to mind, but I’ll find the right name soon.

I haven’t settled on a name. I just call him ‘Mimi’.

Trip to the Vet

Over two weeks have passed since I brought him home.

Today, I took him to the vet for vaccinations. Placing him in his carrier, he looked at me with trusting eyes. He had come a long way from the starving kitten I found. Now stronger and healthier, he was ready for this next step.

Vet Visit

We entered the clinic, and I smelled the scent of disinfectant in the air. After signing the forms, I held him as he trembled. The vet prepared the vaccine, and to my relief, he stayed calm. He was learning to trust me.

The vet prepared the syringe, and I held my breath. One by one, the vaccinations were administered, but he barely flinched. His blue eyes were wide with curiosity. The vet nodded. ‘He’s a brave one,’ she said. I felt a surge of pride—this kitten had come a long way.

Getting Bigger

After weeks of care, he was gaining weight. His frail frame showed strength, and the scale confirmed another jin gained. The once-scrawny kitten was becoming sturdier, his eyes brighter, his movements more confident.

By the twentieth day, Mimi had taken a liking to watching television. He sat beside me, blue eyes fixed on the screen, ears twitching at every sound. It was clear he enjoyed it—a sign he was no longer the scared, starving kitten I had found, but a companion embracing his new life.

Filling Out

A month passed, and the kitten transformed. No longer frail, he now had a soft belly. Each meal filled him out. Watching him stretch after a nap, I smiled—he finally looked well-fed and content.

His body filled out, his movements quickened, and his eyes shone with energy. He was no longer just surviving—he was strong.

Strange Habit

Two months ago, I found him starving on the street. Now, he’s energetic, his frame filling out. He insists on a plastic bag beneath his nest, a habit from his stray days.

Maybe it’s a habit from his stray days, seeking warmth and comfort.

Getting Comfy

Before napping, he insists on a plastic bag beneath him. Without it, he won’t settle—a habit from his stray days, a small comfort from the past.

Three months had passed, and the kitten had transformed. He had settled in, his playful antics and affection showing he was no longer a stray but family.

Loyal Shadow

Each morning, he wakes me, paws prodding my face. On cold nights, he curls beside me for warmth.

Wherever I go, he follows. When I enter the bathroom, he waits outside. His presence is a constant reminder that I’m not alone.

The Chase

He’s more playful and affectionate, seeking interaction. If I chase him, he darts away, then circles back to pounce. His timidity has faded, replaced by curiosity.

Whenever I chase him, he springs to life. His eyes widen, paws scramble, and he dashes away, only to return for another round.

Feline Friendship

I don’t know if I rescued him or he let me in. Once fragile and starving, he’s now a plump, affectionate companion. He follows me, watches TV by my side, and curls up in my lap. I thought I gave him a home, but maybe he made mine whole.

Every soul carries a story, a past entwined with ours in ways we may never fully understand. Sometimes, an encounter is more than a chance—it’s a reconnection. Looking at the little one beside me, I felt our fates had always been linked.