When a lonely grandma saw a sad little animal on the street, she took it home, supposing it was simply a typical kitten. However, when the pet grew up, it was discovered to be anything but a cat 
A little wooden house on the outskirts of the village had long been the home of a lonely grandma. She was carrying a load of firewood back from the forest one fall morning when she spotted a small lump on the side of the road. It was wet, shaky, and hardly alive.
She thought it was just a kitten that had been abandoned, one of those poor little animals that village kids occasionally dropped by the side of the road.
With a little squeak, the kitten seemed to be requesting assistance. The grandmother knelt, took it up tenderly in her hands, and placed it beneath her cozy shawl. “Little one, hold on. We’ll get you warmed up,” she muttered.
At home, she used a spoon to feed the foundling warm milk, covered it with an old wool sweater, and lighted the stove. As if sensing that she was the only one who wouldn’t abandon it, the small creature swiftly came back to life and reached for her hands.
The kitten got bigger, heavier, and stronger every day. Its eyes were way too wild, its ears were somewhat bigger than a typical cat’s, and its fur was abnormally dense. The grandma, however, ignored these peculiarities; she was just glad to have someone to chat with at last during the long evenings.
She witnessed her “kitten” leap like lightning and seize a massive green frog in the backyard. It ripped it to pieces in a matter of seconds, growled low and guttural, and gazed at the grandma with such a predatory intentness that her hands shook.
This was not how a domestic animal would behave. Absolutely not of a cat.
The grandma didn’t get much sleep that night. For the first time, she experienced both affection and uneasiness as she listened to the creature quietly wandering around the home while she sat by the stove.
She decided in the morning to take the animal to the veterinarian clinic after wrapping it in a blanket and putting it in a basket.
The doctor became pale as soon as he saw it. The grandma thought her pet was gravely ill, but the veterinarian merely muttered:
“Th-this… This isn’t a feline. It’s an untamed jungle feline. quite uncommon. and quite risky.
The grandma understood that if she didn’t return it to the forest, her own life would be in jeopardy.
