When we moved out to the country side we (I) talked about getting a cat. I contacted some of my friends at Bagarmossens animal hopital, that if there was a cat in need of help they should contact me. I had imagined my self taking home a kitten, but that wasn´t the case... Because a few mounths later I get a phone call that they have a cat for me. The owner came in to put her to sleep, but if they could place her in a new home they would be glad!

This cat had not had such a nice life... The owner had died in his home and no one had found him in two hole mounths!!! Poor Madonna (I named her) was only skin and bones when she came to live whit us and it took a long time before she loked like a real cat again... She was extremely nice and cosy an loved to be an outdoor cat! She was very good at hunting mice and proud of it!  

She has always bean a fighter and didn´t give up in the first case. She was always hurt by some other cat that she had fougth with... One day she came home with a hole in her for-head, the size of a penny! But it soon healed (with some help of antibiotics) and she could continue to hunt and fight... 

One day Madonna just didn´t come home, we still don´t know what might have happened to her, perhaps i even don´t want to know... But I am glad that she had the chance to experience to be an outdoor cat! After all that misery in her previous life...
                                  

                                    
                                                                                            Madonna with a mouse