His mother we called Joy. A challenge against his fate. She had given birth to three kittens and their owners have thrown out at home. And certainly he had had a house: it was proof his confident attitude and shiny hair. Three sons whites and blacks, ignorant of the wickedness of the world and eager to live. During the nursing period, Chiquita was behaving like his two brothers and grew well as them.
We started to notice some "strange" in his behavior when he started the weaning approached the food so uncertain and in fact could not eat. We then held under observation and we realized that he had serious problems with balance. It was, as we explained our veterinary medicine, a disease that her mother had passed on during pregnancy. The prognosis is very uncertain. It was even possible to get worse, and the outcome would have been very sad. 
But it was not so. Perhaps to help her was the presence of siblings, lively: jump, ran to no end. And Chiquita playing and having fun with them. Slowly but visibly, Chiquita began to improve. And now it's "almost" perfect. His movements are sometimes think that he raised his elbow, but runs and jumps as if nothing had happened. He has a confident, positivo. E ancora non ve l’ho detto. Ma è anche molto bellina: bianca e nera, naturalmente, con una macchietta nera sotto il mento che la rende molto spiritosa. E lei di fatto lo è. Se dovesse passare la sua vita in un gattile sarebbe un gran peccato, lei che potrebbe riempire la vita di chiunque con la sua allegria e il suo “sorriso”.
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