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Cat Colonies
Inti ♀
Inti came to us just hours after birth, and had already experienced human indifference. A tourist who had just arrived on the island spotted her curled up beneath a plant while waiting by the hotel pool for her room to be ready. She alerted the staff, but—what a surprise—no one understood her.
The little one had been there for at least four hours, lying under the blazing sun while music played and people enjoyed themselves around her. Little by little, she was fading away, invisible to everyone. When the tourist contacted us and we saw the situation, we didn’t hesitate for a second: we had to save her. She carefully wrapped her in a towel and kept her safe until we could pick her up.
She’s a natural fighter, full of life and tenderness, reminding us how important it is not to look the other way.
When she turns two months old, Inti will be ready to find her forever home. We’re looking for a family to give her the love and security she has always deserved, preferably in a home with another cat, as she’s a very affectionate, playful little one who enjoys company.
Garfi made me stop seeing them as part of the background.
Suddenly, I started noticing all those cats that had always been there in the neighborhood, but had been invisible to me until then.
There were so many. So I bought my first humane trap and, little by little, started trapping and spaying/neutering them.
No, they weren't mine. They were the result of other people's abandonment and irresponsibility, but to me, that never meant they deserved any less. They deserved the same dignity, the same respect, and someone to care about them.
And that's how my colonies came to be, and with them, an unwritten pact that continues to this day: every single day, rain or shine, whether I’m tired or unwell, I have an unmissable appointment with my street cats.
I feed them, alter them through the TNR (Trap-Neuter-Return) method, monitor their health, and whenever one falls ill or needs help, I try to be there.
Behind it all are many unseen hours: trapping, vet visits, medications, and that constant worry whenever one doesn't show up. Some have been with me for so many years that I know their schedules, their habits, and even where to look for them when they miss our daily spot.
Because caring for a colony has never been just about leaving out food.
They don't have a home, but that doesn't mean they don't matter. 🤍