In memory of those who have crossed the rainbow and left an eternal mark.
He was always the most independent and adventurous of his two siblings: Vakito and Tigrita.
He was my big boy, always welcoming the new kittens I adopted with "open paws," very friendly and clumsy when walking.
A very adventurous and smart little cat, she loved climbing trees and never needed help coming down.
She is the daughter of a cat I rescued from the streets, just as sly as her mother. I had to keep her with me for days so she could adapt to living with more people and find her an adoptive home.
Brother of Ojitos. He was a tiny baby I found outside my house along with Ojitos and their mother. I had the chance to take care of him during his first and last days.
She was the biological mother of Sandía and Chilito and the adoptive mother of Copo de Nieve and Güero. I never managed to pet her, but she always took care of her own and adoptive kittens with great dedication.
My little cat always found room for another bite of chicken or liver; opening the fridge would summon him instantly.
He was Güero’s brother. I never got to know him because his adoptive mother took him away and hid him, and I never saw him again.
He was a very independent cat. I managed to bond with him strongly when I had the chance to take care of him in his final days.
He loved chicken. He would sit by the stove, making sure it wouldn’t escape, patiently waiting for it to be ready to eat.
A little panther I found in a water canal. He loved being next to Sandía; he used to sleep beside him, so I named him Semilla (Seed) because he was part of a Sandía (Watermelon).
After losing my Tigrita and posting about her, I received a message from someone who thought they had found Tigrita. However, it was another little cat that was a stray. I decided to adopt her so she could have a home, and that’s how my tricolor kitty (my Tecolotón), as I affectionately called her, came into my life.
He was a gigantic cat that entered my house through the back door. His way of saying "I’m here" was by peeking his head in; that was the signal to feed him. I barely managed to pet him, but I never caught him.
This beautiful cat was called Vakita. She disappeared from my parents’ house for a week. By posting her on Facebook, we managed to find her again; I had the chance to take care of her during her last days.
A kitten that showed up at my parents’ house in October. That’s why they decided to bring him into the patio, and he never left. He loved being there, receiving affection and food.
He was a kitten that sneaked in through a hole in the window and "stole" my cat’s food.
A kitten gifted to me by a coworker. He used to visit me in my room before I went on long trips away from home.