help me building my new home?
I’m very little, I’m the size of a domestic cat. They have taken me away from my mom and my brothers. I hope they haven’t killed them all while they defended me.
I traveled a lot in the dark and I was really afraid! I went to an ugly place where some human were yelling and exchanging things. They also exchanged me for some little papers.
They took me to a building… I was alone! I was afraid! And my mom wasn’t there! They feed me with things I wasn’t supposed to eat, but I was really hungry. I got a stomachache because of that. I miss my mom’s delicious milk. But my nightmare didn’t finish there for me. Everyday I was hurt! These humans didn’t get tired and even thought up some new awful things to hurt my little body. They pull out my claws and cut out my whiskers, my eyebrows too… all my sensor hairs!!!
One afternoon, I heard some voices. I knew they were looking for me. I run to see and they also looked at me!! I heard they were POFOMA and Animales SOS people. I didn’t understand anything about the discussions, but they rescued me from that horrible place. I’m so thankful!!!
Now I’m in some other place. I didn’t find my mommy here, but they cleaned up my little ears, and now I can hear better. My food is still kind of different from the one my mom used to gave me, but I like it and I eat it a lot. After a week I’m recovering my mood and I’m cleaning myself again. I want to play like other kitties, but I trip over the thing I find on my way, it’s really difficult to jump without my whiskers and claws. I really feel like a handicap. I listen they say :”poor little creature, how could they hurt him like that? After you suffered such thing, why are you so tender and obedient?” They also say “It’s so cute! It’s a beautiful cat!”.
Now, during the nights, I sleep on a bed sucking the fingers of the person who’s taking care of me. During the mornings I listen them say that every night I shed tears… do you know what I see in my dreams?
Some WCS doctors visited me and examined me; they took some blood and other fluids from my body. They explained it was to know what diseases the other people and animals infected me since my capture. And this will also help me to heal.
I know I would never be able to go back with my family. I dream about the forest, the wind, also about the rain. Here they talk about a wonderful place where they take care and love wild animals as helpless as me. I want to go to Senda Verde (www.sendaverde.com ) and have my new home. I’m a wild kitty and I need your help! More than 300 wild animals found a good life and they also wait for you to open your heart.
I need a special cage (it costs about 2000 $us), why? Because we, cats, depend on our whiskers and sensor hair to move, any damage to them could make we couldn’t measure distances, or we could crush with things. A cat without sensor hair could hurt his eyes while walking in the weeds, because he couldn’t receive the sign to close them at time. They also could get trapped in narrow places, which not only could be dangerous, but also a life or dead matter in case an enemy is chasing them.
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They told me that in Law 1333 (Environment Law) Art. 111 bans the possession of wild animals and penalize the commercialization of those creatures. Supreme Decrees Nº 22641 (Permanent general ban decree) and Nº 25458 (Modified ban), are the ones who talk about wild fauna trade.
Now you know about my story and you know that the man who kidnapped me should be in jail.
Please, everybody must obey the law, so that all of us could live with our parents and brothers. You should think that a wild animal NEVER offers his cubs for adoption. For every wild animal that comes to the illegal market, 9 of the same specie have died.
I, the ocelot, I’m gonna heal and grow up. I hope my claws grow back, not just to defend myself, I want to climb trees, the same as my whiskers and eyelashes to know where I’m stepping, where I walk and jump and not hurting myself with objects that are around me. They don’t defeated me! I’ll grow up to be big, cute and a strong male ocelot! Mommy, you’ll be proud of me!!!
And… by the way… I’M NOT A PET!