She is my joy. My daily ray of sunshine
I found her in a corner of the shelter, all curled up, as if trying to hide her face from the world. That little face, a bit crooked, a bit tilted—as if a smile had gotten stuck between two lives. They told me she didn’t have much chance of being adopted. That “people want perfect cats.”
But she was perfect. To me, she was perfect from the very first moment.
I leaned toward her, and she looked me straight in the eyes. Not with pity, not with fear. With a soft kind of curiosity. As if she were wondering: Are you going to love me anyway?
No. Not anyway.
Because of that. Thanks to that. Completely.
I brought her home. The first few days, she stayed in a corner, quiet, observant. But little by little, she started walking beside me, rubbing against my legs, climbing into my lap. And then one evening, without warning, she pressed her little asymmetrical face against my cheek. Just like in that photo.
And I understood: she had chosen me, too.
Today, she still smiles a little sideways. And it’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. She runs, she plays, she climbs on everything. She has no idea that some people find her appearance strange. She is full of life. Full of light.
Her face doesn’t tell the story of a deformity. It tells a story. The story of a survivor. Of a gentle soul who could have been overlooked—but was loved instead. And who now returns that love a hundredfold.
This selfie isn’t just a cute photo. It’s proof. Proof that there’s no “right” shape to be loved. That no face is too imperfect to brighten someone’s world.
She is my joy. My daily ray of sunshine. My living reminder that beauty isn’t in symmetry—it’s in authenticity.
And I am proud to walk by her side.
