This art reminded me of something. There was a period in my life when we had to move in with my grandmother and uncle for family reasons. I won't say what those reasons were, because they're too heavy a reason for my already broken heart. We lived there for 3 years, it just so happened that they always had a cat and kittens. Mostly the kittens were female cats, but they were always given away to friends or someone else. In short, we didn't have any street kittens at all. But there was one. It was so black with a white belly and paws, I used to have a photo of it, but now I can't find it. It was brought to us, then friends or someone else, I don't remember, but I became very attached to the kitten in two weeks. It was simply impossible to imagine me without it for even a minute. Once, going out for a walk and returning... I couldn't find it at home. My relatives gave it to someone I knew. You might understand this childish pain when you get attached to an animal, imagining how you will watch its life while being with it. And all this collapses in an instant. Of course, I don't blame my relatives, but BLYAHA, it was possible to explain everything to the child and give the kitten away together with the child, letting him say goodbye to his friend. That way, I could have avoided the river of tears I shed. Now I understand that I must have written some nonsense, but let it be
