He was still so young, and he'd already been through so much.
On election day in Colombia, a polling station volunteer named Paula Cuesta encountered something no ballot could have prepared her for: a wounded stray cat who had survived alone for months, refusing all human contact until she crouched down and offered him gentleness. In the space between civic duty and quiet compassion, she made a choice that changed both their lives. The cat, now named Pocillo, is healing — and so, perhaps, is something in us when we witness how trust, once broken by the world, can still find its way back to a single outstretched hand.
- A tabby cat with a carved head wound, a missing ear, and an injured eye appeared in a Colombian school hallway on election day — visibly suffering, visibly afraid, yet drawn toward one volunteer.
- Despite weeks of refusing all human contact, the cat attached himself exclusively to Paula Cuesta, following her through the polling station and returning to her after vanishing for hours — astonishing even the police officer who had failed to catch him all day.
- Cuesta searched the school grounds three times after he bolted from the noise of arriving voters, and the reunion at the entrance — him running to her — made leaving him behind unthinkable.
- She wrapped him in her jacket, carried him home, and named him Pocillo; a vet confirmed a solid prognosis despite the wounds and parasites, and daily treatment began immediately.
- Weeks later, Pocillo sleeps in Cuesta's bed every night, his fur growing back, his wound healed — a scraggly survivor transformed into a cat who has learned, against all odds, what it means to be safe.
Paula Cuesta arrived at her Colombian polling station before dawn on election day to find the hallways still empty — except for a small tabby watching her from down the corridor. As she approached, the damage became visible: a deep wound on the side of his head, one ear gone, one eye injured. She crouched down, and slowly, he came to her.
He followed her back to the polling room and stayed close to her legs all morning, seeking affection from the one person who had shown him kindness. When the noise of arriving voters spooked him, he bolted. Cuesta searched the school grounds three times without success. She returned to her post defeated — and then, just as she was preparing to leave, saw him again at the entrance. The moment he spotted her, he came running. A nearby police officer, who had been trying to catch the cat all day, watched in disbelief.
The school's security guard confirmed he had been surviving alone on the grounds for a month or two, refusing help from everyone. He had chosen her. Cuesta wrapped him in her jacket and carried him home, naming him Pocillo and setting him up in a bathroom to decompress. The next day's vet visit brought a solid prognosis despite the wounds and parasites, and daily treatments began.
Weeks later, Pocillo's wound has healed and his fur is growing back. He sleeps in Cuesta's bed every night, a small warm weight constantly seeking her presence. She had gone that morning to help citizens cast their votes and came home with something far more precious — a living reminder that sometimes the most important act of service happens in the quiet moment when you simply choose not to look away.
Paula Cuesta arrived at her assigned polling station before dawn on election day, one of the first volunteers to show up at the high school in Colombia. The hallways were still empty when she noticed a small tabby cat watching her from down the corridor. As she approached, the damage became clear: a deep wound carved into the side of his head, one ear missing entirely, one eye injured. The cat stared back at her, afraid but desperate.
Cuesta crouched down, and slowly the cat began to trust her. He moved closer, then closer still. When it came time for her to return to the polling room, he followed her there, walking ahead as if he couldn't bear to let her out of his sight. He stayed near her legs, rubbing against them, seeking affection from this one person who had shown him gentleness. The other volunteers didn't recognize him. He showed no interest in anyone but Cuesta.
When voters started arriving and the noise spooked him, the cat bolted. Cuesta searched the school grounds three separate times, but he had vanished. She returned to her post defeated, finished her shift, and was preparing to leave when she saw him again—the same cat, back at the entrance. The moment he spotted her, he came running and began rubbing against her legs once more. A police officer standing nearby was astonished. He told Cuesta he'd been trying to catch this cat all day without success, yet here the animal was, seeking her touch without hesitation.
The school's security guard confirmed what Cuesta had begun to suspect: this cat had been surviving alone for a month or two, fending for himself on the grounds, refusing help from anyone who tried to approach him. He had chosen her. Cuesta made her decision then—she couldn't walk away and leave him there. He was young, already scarred by whatever life had thrown at him, and he needed her.
She wrapped him in her jacket and carried him home. Once there, she placed him in a bathroom to decompress, away from the rest of the house, his flea infestation contained. She named him Pocillo. The next day's veterinary visit brought good news: despite the wounds and parasites, his prognosis was solid. Daily treatments began. The affection never stopped.
Weeks later, Pocillo's wound has healed. His fur is growing back. He sleeps in Cuesta's bed every night, a small warm weight against her, constantly seeking her touch, her cuddles, her presence. He has transformed from a scraggly survivor into a cat who knows what it means to be loved. Cuesta, who went to work that morning to help citizens cast their votes, came home with something far more precious—a living reminder that sometimes the most important act of service happens in the quiet moments between the official duties, when you simply choose not to look away.
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I couldn't just leave him there. He was still so young, and he'd already been through so much.— Paula Cuesta
I can't believe it. I've been trying to catch that cat all day, and he won't let anyone touch him. But look at him with you.— Police officer observing the cat's behavior with Cuesta
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What made you stop and actually engage with the cat instead of just reporting it to someone?
I think when you see an animal that hurt, that afraid, and it's looking directly at you—you can't pretend you didn't see it. He wasn't asking for much. Just crouching down, letting him know he wasn't alone.
The police officer said he'd been trying to catch this cat all day. Why do you think the cat only trusted you?
I don't know exactly. Maybe it was timing, or the way I approached him. But I think he needed to know someone saw him as a being worth saving, not a problem to be solved. I wasn't trying to catch him. I was just... present.
You were there to volunteer for the election. Did you feel like you were neglecting your duty by spending time with the cat?
Not at all. I was still there, still helping voters. But the cat needed help too, and he needed it in that moment. Sometimes the most important work isn't on the official list.
What changed in Pocillo after you brought him home?
Everything. He went from a survivor to a living being again. The wounds healed, yes, but more than that—he learned what safety feels like. Now he sleeps against me every night. He asks for affection constantly. He's not just surviving anymore. He's living.
Do you think about what would have happened if you'd walked past him that morning?
Every day. He would have stayed out there, alone, refusing help from everyone else. I can't think about that without feeling grateful I was the one who showed up early.