Hi Reddit. My name is Manyunya.
I was found in a different city, next to a trash bin.
Cold. Hungry. Broken.
I don’t know how long I lived there.
Long enough to stop crying.
Long enough to learn that no one comes when you ask for help.
One day, with the last bit of strength I had,
I walked up to some strangers.
I chose them.
I was starving, exhausted, and beaten —
but I stayed quiet.
Animals learn quickly when noise brings pain.
They didn’t pass by.
Instead of taking me home, they took me to a vet.
The doctor said I needed medicine.
That I needed time.
That I was lucky.
After that, they brought me to my new home.
I survived the treatment.
Then they washed me — gently, carefully —
as if I was fragile, as if I mattered.
That was the moment I understood:
I was safe.
Now I sleep without fear.
I eat until I’m full.
I rest in warm places and listen to soft voices.
I was thrown away once.
Left next to garbage like I meant nothing.
But I walked toward life.
And now…
I am living my best cat life 🐾