I want to tell you today about a cat named Sonya, who once lived with us. Before we had Sonya, we had a black cat named Black, whom I loved very much. But he was already old at that time (no, don't think I'm trying to interpret the story set out in the famous cartoon "Once upon a time there was a dog" in a new way 😆), then we started thinking about his successor.
And then my wife's friend called. She and her husband lived in Lviv in a rented apartment (and we are out of town), with expensive furniture. Once they had a kitten under the door, quite an adult (I would call it teenage kitten), which meowed plaintively. They regretted this kitten and taking it to the their apartments (it was very neat in appearance and obviously purebred, but it was unknown whether it was lost, or still someone threw it away) fed, but could not keep, because of someone else's furniture. So Alina (her wife's friend's name) called us and asked if we wanted to take a kitten.
We wanted, but only a boy. Alina said in a happy voice that it was a boy. But when I arrived, someone told her it was a girl. I was not happy, but my wife's friend begged me not to leave her, and I did not want to throw her out. He says: "So, you sterilize her, and no problems." Somehow she persuaded me 😊.
However, it turned out that everything is not so simple. Successful spaying of female cats (easier with boys) requires that she give birth once, I don't know why, the vet said. We didn't have to wait long for the first "offspring", one kitten was born, which we later gave to someone we knew. However, while we decided to take her to the vet, she became pregnant again. And we had to wait again. This time the kittens were stillborn, Sonya was ill for a long time, we treated her, and sterilization was not worth thinking about either. We thought for a long time that Sonya had become infertile. But somehow she got pregnant again. While she was feeding the first brood, she was pregnant again, then again, and again. She gave birth four times that year 😆.
We no longer knew where to put the kittens, gave ads on social networks, handed out to friends. However, people reacted best when we advertised that we were selling kittens, for some reason it was more effective than a simple "We let give kitten in good hands". And once no one took one cat, so we left it to ourselves, Philya was named.
However, all this stopped abruptly and not of our own free will. Once stray dogs ran into our yard and strangled our Sonya. We all felt very sorry for her, but, perhaps, somewhere in the depths of our souls we sighed with relief that fate had decided everything for us.
And these are all my own photos of Sonya, when one spring evening she was sitting on a wooden pole, basking in the rays of the setting sun. Since the sun was behind the cats, the photo showed such cat silhouettes with a golden "border" 😄.
Unfortunately, Sonya has not been with us for almost a year, but I still have a lot of photos of her, so the memory of her lives in the hearts of my family!