Last April, I encountered a small, scruffy cat on the street that marked the beginning of an unexpected journey. He looked pitiful and dirty, a tiny creature alone and wary.

As soon as I crouched down, he cautiously approached me, meowing in what seemed like a plea for food. His fur was matted and messy, and he guarded his food bowl with a sense of possession that tugged at my heartstrings.

We had some cat food in our car, and my husband went to fetch it while I stayed to comfort the little guy. His tuft of fur hanging beneath his neck was especially endearing, despite its disheveled appearance. Though I already had two cats at home, I was hesitant to get too close, worried about potential diseases.

Still, I was charmed by his appearance and the sadness in his eyes.

The next day, we returned to check on him. He had a bowl of food nearby, so we decided not to take him home just yet. My husband suspected he might belong to someone. The little cat seemed very sleepy, and we wanted to see his eyes. Despite his dirty coat, his eyes were strikingly beautiful. We checked for ear mites, and though he was cleaner than our house cats, his appearance suggested a rough life.

Over time, we made frequent visits. The cat mostly lay around, looking cold and neglected. Someone had given him a sausage, which he hadn’t eaten. We felt sorry for him and considered bringing a blanket to keep him warm. On New Year's Eve, I saw him begging for food at a supermarket entrance and decided it was time to bring him home.

After some discussion with my husband, we decided to bring a pet carrier from home. With some coaxing and cat food, we managed to trick the little guy into the carrier.

It was dark by the time we caught him, and we took him to the vet, hoping for a clean bill of health. He seemed scared but was strong, banging on the carrier. The vet advised us to keep him separate from our cats initially and estimated his age at about one to two years based on his teeth.

We discovered that he had ear mites and needed treatment. His gentle temperament and beautiful blue eyes indicated that he wasn’t a feral cat, though his thin body and dirty fur spoke of neglect. The vet said he was about a year old, and we prepared to take care of him, including cleaning and treating his ears.

At home, the process of integrating him into our lives began. My husband tried to lure him out of the carrier with a cat stick, but the cat was hesitant. Once out, he ran to a corner but eventually started eating. We planned to clean him thoroughly, beginning with wiping his fur, which proved to be quite a task. He needed a water bath to truly get clean, and despite initial reluctance, he was obedient during the process.

After a thorough wash and drying, the cat’s fur was no longer gray but white. He seemed to be dreaming as he slept, and we decided to name him "Koala." The name suited his fluffy appearance and gentle nature. Koala adjusted quickly to his new home, playing and exploring, although he initially faced some challenges with our other cats, Seven and Haha.

Koala’s transformation from a neglected stray to a clean and healthy pet was remarkable. We took him to the pet store for a professional grooming session, where he was bathed and brushed until his fur was smooth.

His eyes, once dull and weary, now sparkled with curiosity and contentment.

Throughout the process, Koala demonstrated a resilient spirit and an affectionate demeanor. From a small, dirty stray to a cherished member of our family, his journey was filled with challenges, but it ended with a heartwarming transformation. Having Koala in our lives brings us immense joy, and we are grateful for the opportunity to give him a better life.

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