Malka, dogsitter in Cambridge

Last summer my best friend bought me a kitten as a leaving gift; I was going to University later that year. Because my mum does not approve of animals it had to stay with my best freind. I was so dedicated on looking after Spencer (my kitten), that I would go to her house at least once a day to look after it. I fed her, played with her, looked after her litter box and made sure she didn't run away. She would fall asleep on my arm at night or find a nice comfortable position on my head. I was devastated when she found another home in October, as I was unable to take her with me to University. She had become a part of my family and she was gone.