Cinnamon

Cinnamon’s love knows no limits. He adores humans, always seeking attention but he doesn’t stop there- he loves other cats just as much, always eager to play or cuddle. To him, everyone is a friend, and his affection is boundless. In his world, life is about connection, play, and love shared freely.

Rescue Story

Cinnamon was never meant to be an ordinary kitten. From the moment he stumbled out of his mother’s shadow, tiny paws trembling, eyes barely open, he had already made up his little mind: he loved humans. No hesitation, no second thoughts. It wasn’t something we earned- it was simply who he was.
He followed us like a shadow, but not the quiet kind. He was the persistent, hopeful kind that brushed against our ankles and meowed until we gave him the attention he craved. If we talked, he chased the sound. If we walked, he was always a step behind, tirelessly trying to keep up. Cinnamon didn’t understand boundaries. He didn’t understand danger. Or if he did, he didn’t care. To him, love was worth the risk.
He grew up on the street, and we watched him over the months as he darted on the street and slept on patches of warm pavement. He grew up, his paws tougher from walking over gravel and broken glass. He didn’t mind. His world was simple: as long as he could follow the humans he loved, everything was right. Even when strangers shoved him away or kicked him for getting too close, Cinnamon didn’t stop. Even when the roads were littered with sharp debris and honking cars, he kept running after us. His love was too stubborn to be frightened.
But as he grew, the risks grew with him. It wasn’t long before we saw it: the way he darted across streets without looking, trusting that he could outrun the cars. The way he ran after us, weaving through traffic, his small body so close to being lost in the chaos of tires and asphalt. How much longer could he survive this? How long before his love for humans cost him more than just a scratch?
And then, one day, it became too much. He had chased us down a busy street, narrowly avoiding a speeding car, and we knew we couldn’t let him keep living like this. As much as he had chosen to follow us, we needed to choose to protect him. So we scooped him up that evening. He didn’t understand why we were taking him away, but Cinnamon never questioned us. He trusted us, like he always had.
We took him home. A real home. One where he wouldn’t have to chase love down dangerous roads or risk his life for a gentle touch. One where his paws could finally rest, and his need for affection wouldn’t lead him into danger. He could still follow us, but safely, within walls that wouldn’t betray his trust. (via ANgels with Paw Prints-Kuwait)