Life hasn’t been easy for me. I spent a long time on the streets, wandering from place to place, trying to find food and safety. I don’t remember where I came from, but I ended up in a tiny village where kind people feed the stray cats. They called me “Stranger” at first because I just appeared one day, tired and beaten up, unsure of where else to go. I wasn’t a fighter, but the other tomcats didn’t care about that. I was covered in scratches, my ears were torn, and my eye was sore……