19/04/2026
I am Life. Not just the name I was given but the life I am allowed to have and the life I now help others find.
Eight years ago, Mummy took me in from the vet and fostered me. I was sick, I recovered, got adopted eventually but returned the following week.
Mummy didn’t want me to feel unwanted again. So she adopted me herself.
Since then, I have helped Mummy to care for foster cats, like I once was. Especially kittens.
Kittens are so small, so cute, so scared, so vulnerable…and so very naughty.
I teach them how to groom, how to share space, how to trust and so much more. Everyone says I am a good foster mum. I get a lot of praises and pats for it.
But what I really give them is not something you can always see. It is patience. It is presence. It is the quiet assurance that they are safe.
Sometimes I watch them leave. I sit by the door after they go, listening to the silence they leave behind. It is a different kind of quiet now. Not lonely, just thoughtful.
Because I know something they don’t yet. They are about to begin their new life.
