Rescue Story of White little Kitten

By Zaynab

 One summer day in June, I found a tiny white furball near a shopping mall, exhausted from the heat. He was lying in front of a stand fan in a warehouse, seeking relief. I asked the shopkeeper if the kitten belonged to him, but he had no idea where he had come from. I left my number with him and asked him to call me if no one came looking for the kitten.

The next evening, I received a call—the kitten was still alone. The shopkeeper was concerned and told me I should take him, as he was likely hungry and thirsty. Without hesitation, I told him to place the kitten in a cardboard box, secure it with a rope, and send me the address.

When the courier arrived, I was filled with excitement. I took the box straight to my room, opened it, and the kitten jumped out, meowing. I gave him water to drink and shredded chicken to eat. He was so hungry that he ate quickly and finished his food.

At first, we thought he was female and named him Hazel, but a few days later, we realized he was male and renamed him Casper.


Casper turned out to be a beautiful Persian cat. He formed a strong bond with my mother, always staying by her side. I often wondered if he had been abandoned, as Persian cats aren’t usually found as strays. Regardless, I feel blessed that fate led me to him.💗

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