“We could post some notices. But he looks like he’s been living on the streets for a while.”
Victor decided to take the cat home.
His wife, Galina, welcomed the furry guest with open arms.
“Oh, you poor thing! We’ll get some weight on you in no time.”
For the first few days, the cat stayed hidden under the couch, emerging only to eat. But slowly, he began to explore the house. A week later, he was already purring under Galina’s gentle touch.
“You know,” Victor said one evening, “maybe we should keep him. I doubt anyone’s coming for him.”
“I’d love that,” Galina smiled. “I’ve wanted a cat for ages. What should we call him?”
“Lucky,” Victor answered right away. “Not everyone survives the open sea.”
At the sound of his new name, the cat lifted his head and gave a loud, approving meow.
Within a month, Lucky had become part of the family.
He greeted Victor at the door, dozed on Galina’s lap, and charmed his way to extra fish in the kitchen. But he stayed wary of water — even his drinking bowl made him pause.
“He’s probably traumatized,” Galina told the neighbors. “After what he’s been through, who wouldn’t be?”
“Maybe it was meant to be,” mused their neighbor, Tatyana Nikolaevna. “He found his way to you.”
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