Perdita’s wide green eyes hold a quiet kind of sorrow, the kind that comes from losing everything at once. She once had a person, a familiar voice calling her name, and a home where she felt safe. When that person passed away, her world simply stopped.
She was left alone in an empty house, waiting day after day for footsteps that never came. Neighbors tried to help, leaving bits of food to keep her alive, but no one could give her the comfort she was searching for. By the time rescuers arrived, the gentle cat she used to be had already been worn down by grief and confusion. đź’”
Now, inside a shelter cage, Perdita pushes away the very hands that reach for her. Kindness feels dangerous when you’ve been left behind once before. Beneath the hissing and fear is a broken heart, still hoping someone will be patient enough to stay.
