So, the darkest one died. My mother found her in our yard, seems like she was hit by a car.
She wasn’t really in our family. But it’s like it was. We feed street cats in our back yard, they’re around 15 now, maybe. It started with our neighbour cat that was always asking us for food, then she had babies, and her babies had babies…and that’s the story. But we love them and we see them grow up and we get sad when one of them turns into a star.
We try to take care of them but they only get closer to eat or to ask for food. We already adopted 5 of these cats family. There’s 8 cats in our family right now and they’re all neutered.