Tuffie didn’t come from a shelter.
She came from a farm.A quiet corner of the world where barn cats roamed and kittens were born without much fuss or fanfare.
The farmer meant well, but let’s just say… he wasn’t the best at directions.
In fact, when it came time to pick Tuffie up, we couldn’t even find the place.
Not even he could explain how to get to his own home.
It took a gas station attendant stepping in — translating farmer talk into usable GPS info — to guide us there.
And waiting at the end of that winding road, in a small little space that smelled like hay and haywire…
Was Tuffie.
The tiniest of them all. The last kitten left.
She didn’t meow loudly. She didn’t bounce forward like the others.
She simply looked up with big eyes and waited.That’s how you know a heart like Tuffie’s: it doesn’t beg for love — it just deserves it.
And that day, she left the farm behind…
And stepped quietly into the Forest of Friends.
Tuffie full story is in books 2 and 3.
❤️ Tuffie is Here to Stay
Ever since, she’s watched over the others — the loud ones, the wounded ones, the wild ones — with soft paws and steady love.
Because even the quietest kittens have powerful hearts.