Popo The Cat

Popo's Real Story

Her name is Popo.

A small female cat, cloaked in dark gray fur, with eyes that held nothing but sorrow.
Not wounds on her body... but wounds deep in her heart.

When she was found, Popo was just a skinny kitten, shivering behind a pile of cardboard boxes.
The person who found her tried to take care of her, but there was one thing that made him give up:
Popo was aggressive.

She scratched, bit, and refused to be touched.
Even other cats couldn’t get close — Popo would fight them without hesitation.

No one knew what had happened to her.
But from the way she behaved, it was as if the world had been cruel to her…
As if love was something terrifying,
and warmth was a trap she didn’t want to fall into again.

Eventually, the man gave up…
He was scared to have Popo in his home, so he came up with an idea:
He offered her to me.

At the time, I didn’t have any pets, so I agreed to take her in.
I didn’t know what I was getting into.

The first day Popo was with me… my hands and legs were torn apart.
She scratched, bit, and clawed me until I bled.

I had no idea what had happened to her.
Was she traumatized as a kitten?
She was unlike any other cat.
While most cats enjoy being petted on the head, Popo would lash out, bite, and scratch until blood was drawn.

But I didn’t give up.
I loved her.
And slowly… I tried to earn her trust.

The scars on my hands multiplied.
Not just mine — my family, too, wore Popo’s scratches.
We all bore her pain.

Thankfully, I had studied a bit of psychology.
So I used some behaviorist techniques to interact with Popo.

One year passed, along with hundreds of claw marks…
And finally, Popo changed.
She began to love me.

She would even wake me up in the mornings — not with bites or scratches…
But by gently licking my hair.

Maybe she thought I was her child.
Or maybe… I was the only one she could finally trust.

Popo never wanted to mate.
She never had kittens.
But perhaps… I was the child she chose.

This token is dedicated to Popo.
To every scar she left on my skin,
And every wound she helped heal in my heart.

Crypto, please do your magic.
Let the world know that even a cat like Popo — angry, hurt, and traumatized — is worthy of love.