I’m tiny, painted and I have a black hood (I heard it was the latest fashion). The big bad wolf (they told me it was only a big dog, but I don’t believe them) chased me all over the yard I was thrown in, until I hid myself in a crack at the base of an apartment building.

The wolf barked and barked, and my ears hurt terribly, and I tried to hide deeper and deeper. Even when I thought I would never get out, a Robi volunteer chased the wolf away and took me in her arms. I was so happy! I purred, I made biscuits, I looked with biiiig eyes into the volunteer’s eyes, only not to ever let me meet the big bad wolf again. Unfortunately the volunteer can’t keep me for long, and I have to find, as soon as possible, the way to grandma’s house (or mom’s, or dad’s, or anyone’s who would love me). What do you say, can you help me? Then please send an e-mail at asociatia.robi@gmail.com.