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Zveka Bleka was barely two months old when he appeared, skinny and dirty, in front of the building I lived in. A tiny little kitten, whose eyes were still blue, approached me on a summer evening yowling at the top of his lungs. He was terribly hungry but distrustful of people and didn’t let me catch him. Nonetheless he kept coming for dinner until he disappeared, ten days later.

Over the next few weeks I had been combing the area, but found no trace of him. I looked everywhere to no avail, but I never gave up hope. It may sound strange but somehow I knew he would come back. And he did. He turned up in front of my garage, skinnier than ever and when he saw me he ran and jumped into my arms. I took him inside and he didn’t want to go out for months, cautious and distrustful of new people, but closely bound to me. Though initially weak and bow-legged, he grew up into a real beauty.

Zveka Bleka was about a year old when he disappeared again and had me worried sick before he finally emerged, seemingly out of nowhere, after a week. When he returned I decided enough was enough, so I took him into my apartment and he began to live a life of ease. None of my cats has ever hissed at him, nor has he growled at anyone. They all got along amazingly well.

Being curious and active by nature, Zveka Bleka has always enjoyed going outside. Moving to the shelter was the best thing that could have happened to such a playful and adventurous kitty. He is still distrustful towards new people, but completely relaxed and calm in the company of his friends. Joyous and carefree here, he has everything a cat could ever want.