Hello! My name is Tamerlan. And I'm a cat. When I was 4 months old, my family took me from the street to their home. At the same time, they had a small son and he was 6 months old at the time. I enjoyed playing and sleeping with him. So six months passed and a little daughter was born into the family. It was the happiest time of my life. We played together every day. Time passed, my brother and sister grew up and I grew up with them. I enjoyed life, every day was like a small holiday. They petted me, played with me and fed me delicious food. And then the day came that divided my life into before and after. The war has begun. We lived all week in fear that this day might be our last. March 1 came, I woke up in the morning, they petted me and said that everything would be fine, and then the family began to get together to go buy bread. As usual, I sat on the window, rejoiced at the snow, and saw them off in the hope that everything would be fine. The children were already dressed and dad told them to wait in the back room while their parents warmed up the car, because it was -10 degrees outside. And then a strange sound began to grow outside the window, it became louder, and then an explosion thundered and the glass on the window where I was sitting cracked into small pieces, and I miraculously managed to jump inside the room and stay alive. The children screamed in fear in the back room and I was glad that they, too, remained alive.

My father ran inside the house and started calling the children and me. He was holding his right ear and a thin stream of blood was oozing from under his arm; his father was shell-shocked by the explosion. After everyone had gathered in the house and it turned out that everyone was alive, my father put the whole family in the car and we warmed up in it, and he began to repair the windows, because after the explosion all the glass in them burst. The repair took all day until late at night; the parents were able to fix everything and remove the broken glass from inside the house. That same evening it was decided to leave Kharkov. After all the essentials were collected and packed into the car, they put me in a children's backpack and we went to Spain as refugees. It was the longest and most painful journey for me. True, along the way, in Poland, the volunteers gave me a house to move into, in which I felt a little more comfortable. When we arrived in Spain, it turned out that animals were not allowed to live in the refugee camp, and the Red Cross removed me from my family to an animal shelter. My parents came to see me every week, but I still missed them very much. I was lucky that Spain has a warm climate, because at the shelter I lived in an open-air enclosure. So a year passed. My parents tried to find housing to take me and live together, but it turned out that in Spain this is a big problem and the owners do not want tenants to live with animals. This has been going on for 2 years now. I am now living with a volunteer because the Red Cross stopped paying for my shelter and my parents were forced to look for a volunteer so that I would not be kicked out onto the street. Please help me find a home because I really want to live with my family and I really miss my brother and sister. Please HELP ME.