This adorable little kitty lived and played around the stables in Sierakow, Poland. She was very friendly, and a mascot of every worker there. She didn't run away like other cats, rather she would climb up the jeans of somebody in search of attention.
She liked to rest upon my shoulder, and other's people as well. She would always look around from such spot, looking for something interesting. She was really smart. Sadly, she was killed, some reckless driver ran her over as she was (I believe) going out of the garden she used to play in. Usually, there are no cars there and no danger. But that Saturday was different. She was killed just few minutes after I had her on my shoulder as usually. Now, there is another young kitty in the stables. But Skalka (as I named her) will never be forgotten, as each of the cats there is one of a kind and can never be replaced.
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