Kittens choose their owners.. The Sad story of Katta the kitty

I have an immense sadness that corrodes my soul and it is something that I did not see coming, when in the midst of my endless loneliness, I adopted a kitten.

He was little "my ratica" I told him. Not knowing anything about cats, I despaired and sought advice. I had always been told horrors about cats but I turned a deaf ear and decided to check it out for myself.
My fat girl grew to become the most fantastic ball of love that I have ever been lucky enough to have. It had been months since I had ended the relationship with whom I thought would be the definitive partner and one day I carried her and told her "well mommy, it's you and me against the world now."

They have no idea how many times she expected me to be sound asleep to jump on like an inflatable mattress and make a super beautiful sound.

God her eyes were shining my little tigrita.

More one day in January, I don't know exactly which one, she began to change with me, _ fell in love_ with her human. And that person loved her too. Little by little she distanced herself from me and her smiling glances at me turned into contempt and disdain, while with the human she chose she became her again.

She cried and cried for her human (I didn't know that a kitten could cry) .. But her human didn't show up and she just didn't understand.

As an adult that I am and with a heartbreaking pain I decided to give it to his favorite human. Wow how happy she was there. I cried, I kicked, many nights I exercised the maximum possible self-control by not knocking on the door of its new owner and asking him to give it back to me. It wasn't fair, it was selfish of me.

Due to those unpredictable vicissitudes of life, my cat's human couldn't take care of her anymore. I saw that he was suffering and she was suffering and I offered to take care of her one night. That night turned into 3 terrifying weeks she did things to keep me from approaching that made her sick, she refused to eat and drink water, it was obvious that she was desperate for her human.

As the days passed, his health deteriorated by leaps and bounds.

The turning point for me was that night when, after giving up a roof that made me run away and blow my fingernail off, I return and see her crawl with all her might to the door of her human
... He wasn't there for her. I sat down with her, I cried like the person I am, the one who lost her father at 15 and begged him to come back. I carried her in my arms, cleaned and fed her with love and wanted to turn back time. The next day loving arms promised to take care of her physically and rescue her from certain death. Not because of his condition, but because of his immeasurable sadness.