Around winter of 2014 I started to really want to have a pet cat. I knew it would be easier to care for than a dog and I have always been more of a cat person. So me and my parents searched for a cat to adopt and eventually found one. I remember the first night he got home he was very scared and hid under furniture for around the first one or two days. From then on he was already feeling home.
I decided to name him Fumaça, portuguese for Smoke because of his color. He is a mix of a pure siamese and a stray cat, so he's not fully siamese. I noticed the tip of his tail was broken after some days, probably due to the abuse he suffered from his past owner. I decided to just give him as much love as possible to try and repair his trust in humans since that's probably the reason why he isn't very affectionate. I love him to death and he's a very good partner, and everytime I'm sad or not feeling well he always comes to snuggle with me, so I think I'm doing a good job of repairing his trust in humans. I love his company and wouldn't trade it for anything in this world.