I had just moved house and into the garden of my new home, came a cat. I called her Mimi and each day I got a little closer to her, by giving her food.
At first, Mimi was afraid, but a few days ago, she let me stroke her.
Now, she has come into the house and she sleeps on the pillow that I placed on a chair.
God has allowed me to take care of Mimi. She is black, with white tips on her paws, almost as if she has stepped into flour.
LOUIS, age 9.