It was a rainy Friday yesterday, with thunderstorms, lightnings & strong wind; a little cry was heard all the way to our gate. It would have seem that the sound was like a meow. My cousin and I went outside to investigate the noise that we heard, which was a foot away from our distance. It turns out that the little cry was actually a meow of a baby cat trying to find it’s mother. The baby cat had a dark complexion with white hands and feet but it was very wet, stinky and thin. We had no choice but to bring this cat into our house; we fed it, gave it a bath, played with it even.
I named this baby cat “Lucky” because we were very lucky to find him surviving in the cold rain, it was like an angel falling from a sky. This is a sign that the cat is really meant for us.
What beautiful luck.