She was feral cat and decided to move in our garden. It took few months to gain her full trust. Trust I betrayed by taking her to the vet for spaying, but she forgave me. Since she was so thin and light when we first met we called her “Mala” (little one), and no matter how fat she becomes, I’m still worried she’s not eating enough. So my husband jokingly renamed her Bertha (as in Big Bertha), and in the end we have “Mala Berta” (Little Bertha).
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