Hello dear community! This weekend the family grew, on Saturday before going to visit the girl, my mom warns me that up the tree that is in front of my house there was a kitten meowing, and scared, she had been there all day. When I found out immediately I got ready to take her down, carefully because scared like that can be dangerous, when I saw her I was moved, so small and abandoned, I looked for a chair and started to call her, when I saw that she wanted to come closer to me I knew it, she was going to be mine and I was going to be hers.

Without problems she let herself be held, she cried a lot, I took her in with fear and scolding from my mother, I knew the worst would come with my father's scolding, and it did, but ignoring it, I laid her down next to me, and she made a little roll under the sheet, she was shaking and I had to stay by her side all the time. Then I made her something to eat and she was very hungry, something that has not changed, because permanently the kitchen has become her favorite place, demanding food all the time.

The next day everyone, including my dad, started to treat her with love, and to get attached to her, except for my other 3 cats, at the moment they are going through a jealousy phase, which I hope will end soon and they can get along well. For now the kitty is going to be called Musita, following the tradition, she looks like a parrot, every time I come home she climbs on my shoulder and gives me affection.

Version en Español:

¡Hola querida comunidad! Este fin de semana la familia creció, el sábado antes de ir a visitar a la niña, mi mamá me avisa de que arriba del árbol que se encuentra en la parte delantera de mi casa había una gatica maullando, y asustada, llevaba todo el día ahí. Al enterarme de inmediato me dispuse a bajarla, con cuidado porque asustados así pueden ser peligrosos, al verla me conmovió, tan pequeña, y abandonada, busqué una silla y le empecé a llamar, cuando vi que quería acercarse a mí lo supe, ella iba a ser mía y yo de ella.

Sin problemas se dejó coger, lloraba mucho, la entré con miedo y regaños de mi madre, sabía que lo peor vendría con los regaños de mi padre, y así fue, pero haciendo caso omiso, la acosté junto a mí, y se hizo un rollito debajo de la sábana, temblaba y tuve que permanecer a su lado todo el tiempo. Luego le preparé algo de comer y tenía mucha hambre, algo que no ha cambiado, porque de forma permanente la cocina se ha convertido en su lugar favorito, reclamando todo el tiempo la comida.

Al siguiente día todos, incluido mi papá, empezaron a tratarla con amor, y a encariñarse, excepto por mis otros 3 gatos, en estos momentos están pasando una fase de celos, que espero terminé pronto y se puedan llevar bien. Por ahora la gatica se va a llamar Musita, siguiendo la tradición, parece una cotorra, cada vez que llego a casa se me sube en el hombro y me da cariño.

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