From Cursed to Cherished: The Kittens No One Wanted

I found them on the street—tiny, trembling, and huddled together for warmth and safety. Their eyes were wide with fear, their bodies cold. They were clearly lost. Alone. Forgotten.

People passed them by without a second glance. Some looked and turned away. Others muttered words I’ll never forget: “Weird.” “Different.” “Bad luck.” All because of their color—sleek black fur that, in some eyes, carried centuries-old superstitions. To some, they weren’t just unwanted. They were considered cursed.

But when I saw them, I didn’t see darkness. I saw innocence. Vulnerability. Little lives holding on in the hope that someone, anyone, might care enough to stop.

So I stopped.

I scooped them up, one by one. They didn’t resist. It was like they’d been waiting for love to find them. I brought them home, cleaned them, warmed them, and gave them their first real meal in who knows how long. They purred softly — unsure at first, but then louder, like they finally believed they were safe.

Today, they are healing. They play, they curl into warm blankets, they nap in sunlight. Their eyes are no longer full of fear but of trust. They are still waiting, but now they wait with hope.

I may not be their forever family, but I will love them until that day comes.

And when it does, I hope someone looks at them and sees what I saw — not superstition or difference, but beauty, spirit, and endless love to give.

Because no creature deserves to be overlooked for something as simple as the color of their fur.

Sometimes, the ones the world calls cursed are the ones most blessed with love.