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.

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