Miss you, little Wall

When I was like 16 years old, I heard a sound from the garage of my house. After a few minutes looking for it, I saw it: there was a cat between my wall and the neighbours' one.

Inmediately, I told my mom, who called the firefighters to rescue it. They cut a piece of the wall to get it out and done! It was a little cat, kinda grey with stripes and a spot on its paw. I adopted it and called "Wall" because of its origin hahah.

It was on winter, so I bought a blanket, some food and sanitary sand, and also a little toy. I tried to keep it warm, but it was so reluctant.

So, long story short, it just stayed with me for three days and disappeared. I was kinda sad, but then I met it on the streets and someone told me its story: it is the pet of a granny that lives alone, so I think she deserves its company more than what I do. And now every time I see the hole on my wall, I remember my three-day-cat :)