Adopter Alba
Krydsede raser · Mand · Voksen · 6 år
Home » Adoptions » cats in search of a family » Alba Alba I was born on: January 11, 2014 I've been here since: September 2022 I like to: sit in the basket I don't like it when: you come towards me, if I'm walking. I found my little house: ohhh... not yet. I met Alba many years ago, in 2016. I received a call from a kind lady who saw two kittens at the bus station, playing on the sidewalk and following people getting on and off. They were lively but quite thin, and the lady was afraid they would soon end up under the wheels of cars. I ran to the place, picked them up and took them home - two lovely little girls named Mira and Mera. Mara was found a few days later, but the fourth kitten - which we learned about several weeks later, and which I had never seen - ended up under the wheels of cars... Talking to people in the following days, I found out that Alba, the mother of the kittens, spends her days under a bridge, and is fed by several people who loved her because she patiently waited near the station to receive some food and water. She wasn't very friendly, and she would run away when you got too close. However, we managed to catch her with the help of a trap, but after sterilization, we had to release her back into the wild. Time passed, and Alba remained under the bridge. It was a "good" place - if such a thing exists on the streets: she could take shelter from rain and dangers and was safe from cars. However, winters must have been harsh. There were days when we barely managed to reach her through the snow and the garbage thrown by less civilized people passing by. But as soon as the sun came out, our Alba could be seen sleeping or simply standing in the grass. It seemed she had accepted her fate, like many other street cats, and enjoyed what she had. Surely there were days when she was hungry or cold, but somehow she endured, and only she could tell us how. Sometimes another starving or injured cat appeared near her - cats that, over the years, we tried to save when we found them, but throughout all this time, Alba was mostly alone. For a long time, she stubbornly refused to approach, to be petted, or to be helped in any other way except what we were already doing. The pile of garbage grew year by year, and our Alba showed the passage of time and the difficulties of a life lived on the streets. Perhaps because she was aging, or perhaps because she was tired, she began slowly, gradually, to come more often for food, even to "talk," to respond when you called her name. It was a very good sign, and we promised her that one day we would take her away. It seemed she understood what we said, and in the following months - even years, we became somewhat friends. I could pet her, which was a big deal, and she came close enough for us to deparasitize her at least. We thought a lot about whether life in the shelter would be good for her or if we would do more harm by "closing her in" after so many years. We didn't have a shelter at the time and the capacity was far exceeded - both in the shelter and in our homes, so we waited longer. We had to move, and once the dream of having a shelter for cats became a reality, we hoped that Alba would also have a place, someday, but it never seemed like the right moment. However, six years had passed since I first saw her, so when the waters seemed calmer with us, I vaccinated her and took her to the shelter. I left a note under the bridge, so those who still fed her would know that it's okay, and that she has escaped from street life. I received a response, on the same note, from a lady who loved her very much and fed her, wishing her to be happy and being glad that she no longer had to stay in the cold. It was hard for her to adapt to the new place and to so many cats. It was late autumn and already cold, especially at night, but Alba refused to go inside. She found a basket in the shelter and took shelter there. I could pet her and she liked it very much, and luckily, she ate well, although we had covered the basket with thick blankets. Only in mid-winter did she appear in the house, at first timidly, sneakily. It was a great joy for us! She found her own spot, a comfortable basket from which she watched us during meal times and meowed at us when we pretended not to see her. Sometimes she ran away from us, other times she
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Home » Adoptii » Pisici in cautarea unei familii » Alba Alba M-am nascut in: 11 ianuarie 2014 Sunt aici din: septembrie 2022 Imi place sa: stau in cos Nu imi place sa: vii spre mine, daca ma plimb Mi-am gasit casuta: offfffff… inca nu Pe Alba am cunoscut-o in urma cu multi ani, prin 2016. Primiseram un telefon de la o doamna binevoitoare, care vazuse doi puiuti de pisica in statia de autobuz, jucandu-se pe bordura si luandu-se dupa oamenii care urcau si coborau. Erau vioi dar cam slabuti, si doamnei ii era teama ca vor ajunge in curand sub rotile masinilor. Am alergat la locul indicat, i-am luat pe sus si i-am dus acasa – doua fetite adorabile pe care le-am numit Mira si Mera. Mara avea sa fie gasite in zilele urmatoare, insa al patrulea puiut – de care am aflat la cateva saptamani dupa, si pe care nu il vazusem niciodata, a sfarsit sub rotile masinilor… Vorbind cu oamenii in zilele care au urmat, am aflat ca Alba, mamica puilor, isi duce zilele sub pod, si este hranita de mai multe persoane, care o indrageau pentru ca astepta cuminte in apropierea statiei ca sa primeasca si ea un pic de mancare si apa. Nu era deloc prietenoasa, si fugea atunci cand te apropiai prea tare. Am reusit insa sa o prindem totusi cu ajutorul unei custi-capcana insa, dupa sterilizare, am fost nevoiti sa o eliberam in teritoriu. Timpul a trecut, iar Alba a ramas in continuare sub pod. Era un loc „bun” – daca exista asa ceva pe strazi: se putea adaposti de ploi si pericole si era ferita de masini. Iernile insa trebuie sa fi fost crunte, erau zile cand abia reuseam sa ajungem la ea, prin zapada si gunoaiele aruncate de persoanele mai putin civilizate care treceau pe acolo. Dar indata ce iesea soarele, si Alba noastra putea fi vazuta dormind, sau pur si simplu stand in iarba. Parea sa isi fi acceptat soarta, ca multe alte pisici ale strazii, si se bucura de ce avea. Cu siguranta au fost zile cand i-a fost foame, sau frig, dar a rezistat cumva, si doar ea ne-ar putea spune cum. Uneori mai aparea cate o pisica infometata sau lovita de masina in apropierea ei – pisici pe care, de-a lungul anilor, am incercat sa le salvam atunci cand le gaseam dar, in tot acest timp, Alba a fost mai mult singura. A refuzat cu incapatanare mult timp sa se apropie, sa se lase mangaiata sau ajutata in vreun alt fel decat o faceam deja. Mormanul de gunoaie crestea de la an la an, iar pe Alba noastra se vedea trecerea anilor si dificultatile unei vieti traita pe strazi. Poate si pentru ca imbatranea, sau poate pentru ca s-a saturat, a inceput incet, incet, sa vina mai des la mancare, ba chiar sa „vorbeasca”, sa raspunda atunci cand o strigai pe nume. Era un semn extrem de bun, si i-am promis ca, intr-o buna zi, o vom lua de acolo. Parca a inteles ce i-am zis si, in lunile – ba chiar anii care au urmat, ne-am imprietenit cat de cat. O mai puteam mangaia, ceea ce era mare lucru, si s-a apropiat suficient incat sa o mai putem deparazita macar. Am stat pe ganduri mult daca viata in adapost ar fi buna pentru ea sau i-am face mai mult rau daca am „inchide-o” dupa atatia ani. Nu aveam tarc la vremea aceea si capacitatea era cu mult depasita – si in adapost, si in casele noastre, asa ca am mai asteptat. Am fost nevoiti sa ne mutam si, o data cu visul de a avea un tarc pentru pisici devenit realitate, am sperat ca si Alba va avea un loc, candva, insa niciodata nu parea sa fie un moment prielnic. Trecusera insa 6 ani de cand o vazusem prima oara asa ca, atunci cand apele pareau mai linistite la noi, am vaccinat-o si am dus-o in adapost. Lasasem si un biletel sub pod, sa stie cei care o mai hraneau ca e bine, si ca a scapat de viata de strada. Am primit si un raspuns, pe acelasi biletel, in care o doamna care o indragea mult si o hranea, i-a dorit sa fie fericita si se bucura ca nu mai e nevoita sa stea in frig. Greu i-a fost sa se adapteze la noul loc, si la atat de multe pisici. Era toamna tarziu si deja era frig, mai ales noaptea, insa Alba refuza sa intre in casa. Isi gasise un cos in tarc, si se adapostise acolo. O puteam mangaia si ii placea mult si, ca norocul, manca binisor, insa avea toate sansele sa se imbolnaveasca, chiar daca acoperiseram cosul cu paturi groase. Abia in mijloc de iarna si-a facut aparitia in casa, la inceput timid, pe furis. Tare mare bucurie ne-a facut! Si-a gasit un locsor si ea, un cos confortabil, de unde ne pandea la ora mesei si ne mieuna atunci cand ne faceam ca nu o vedem. Uneori fugea de noi, alteori ne lasa sa o mangaiem, si asta asa a ramas pana in ziua de azi. Alba va ramane la noi probabil, cate zile o avea. Dar macar a scapat de masini, caini si oameni rai, de gunoaie si de frig, si este ingrijita cum trebuie. A durat mult sa se imblanzeasca putin, suficient incat sa apara unele probleme de sanatate, insa nimic grav. Pare sa ii placa noua ei viata, cosurile curate, apa si mancarea pe care le are la dispozitie fara sa fie nevoita sa astepte, tarcul si oamenii. Este in continuare singuratica, nu socializeaza cu alte pisici, insa pe noi ne accepta. Iar noi, ne bucuram ca nu a fost prea tarziu pentru ea si ca a reusit sa se adapteze. Este o pisica minunata, extrem de desteapta, si merita sa aiba – macar la batranete – o viata mai buna, sa stie si ea ce inseamna sa fii iubita si ingrijita. Adopta-ma! Adopta-ma la distanta! Adoptia unei pisicute din adapostul nostru se face in baza unui contract de adoptie. De ce? Pentru ca ne pasa! 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