@petrescue013: Before anyone called him Freddy, he was just another shadow between the dumpsters—quiet, forgotten, trying to survive. The city moved around him. People stepped past his trembling body without seeing. His gums, raw and pulled back from his teeth, ached constantly. Each attempt to eat was a battle: a crust of bread here, a fish bone there—each bite sharp with pain, each swallow a risk. His nose dripped with thick, yellow mucus, crusting around his face, drying in the cold air. Breathing became a wet, wheezing sound that echoed in the alley at night. Worst of all was his left eye. It barely opened anymore, sealed with dried infection, the lid stuck shut. Inside, the world was a blur of pain and darkness. He didn’t know how long he had been alone. Hunger blurred time. Cold blurred thought. But Freddy didn’t give up. Even as he curled under a torn box for shelter, even as rats skittered nearby and rain seeped into his bones, he held on. Some spark inside him—a stubborn flicker of life—refused to go out. And then… someone saw him. Not just looked, but truly saw him. You. A pair of warm hands, a soft voice. The first gentle touch he’d felt in longer than he could remember. His body flinched, unused to kindness. But he didn’t run. He couldn’t. You picked him up. Not because he was pretty. Not because he was perfect. But because he needed saving. Freddy didn’t purr. Not yet. But something deep inside began to stir—a memory of comfort, of safety, of home. The pain was still there, but for the first time, he wasn’t alone in it. He had a name now. #PetsOfTikTok #catsoftiktok #catrescue #rescuekittens #catsfollowers #cats

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