The day I met Kafka

Then, out of nowhere, a fluffy creature appeared. His fur was wild and messy, his voice was raspy. He walked over to me, looking a little bewildered. “Is that you?” I asked and he meowed, and somehow I couldn’t help but burst out in laughter.

Kafka’s adoption story

August 2017 I was brought in at the shelter very neglected. My elderly owner could no longer care for me. My teeth and fur were in very bad shape and, as we later found out, I had some digestion problems.

My human saw my picture and story on the Dutch website (“I’m looking for an owner”) and she immediately picked up the phone to arrange a meeting with me.