I’ve always had a problem with my eyes. I was rescued from Galissas at about five weeks old, I couldn’t

They call me Coco.  It’s a bit of an insult to my beautiful dark black, brown and orange glossy fur.

I really like a good fight. It’s such fun creeping up on the other cats when they’re sleeping, waiting for them to wake up and nearly jumping out of their skin when they see how close I am.

I didn’t want to be a mum. At not even one year old, I was just a kitten myself, but you know how it is!

I was a tiny kitten and very sick, with bad eyes, a running nose and I couldn’t breathe. But I fell on my paws when I arrived here, even though I was sick for a long time. I had special food, a warm bed, but I was a bit lonely as I’d lost my cat mom and my siblings. No one here wanted to be my friend…but it all changed when I met Jenny…

I’d heard there were places, not too far away, that were warm and safe, where humans were kind and you didn’t have to fight for food. But I was afraid to leave the place I knew…