I always wished I had a little furry friend kitten. Mom did not want to take the kitten, said that pet is not only a beautiful fluffy ball, it is still a living creature that you want to look after, to watch what he ate on time, to not spoil the furniture and not ripped curtains. But I stubbornly persevered.
And then one day mom came home from work and brought a wonderful little kitten. Mom found him at the entrance. It was cold outside, he plaintively squeaked, cold and hungry. Mom took him into the house. So I had the Fuzz.
Now Fluff grew up and became big and beautiful cat. It is very large and heavy, and when he eats a lot, it's hard for him to walk. Our Fluffy gray with white spots on his legs, neck and a little on the tail. The cat has large and expressive eyes. When I say something Cannon, or sometimes curse, he looks at me so attentively, and I think he understands, but he has got no conversation. Is that Gun the eyes are cast in green, so I like it. The cat has a very bushy tail, which is often going to a different litter.
I always check that the Gun was smooth and combed wool. Mom bought a special comb for cats, and I comb our pet. Gun really like being combed and stroked. He immediately begins to purr and put his head right under the arm. Especially our cat like being stroked and scratched behind the ears.
Our Fluffy is very picky about food. He loves sour cream, milk, fermented baked milk, fresh fish and dry food. When dad and I go fishing for a Gun specifically to catch small fish.
I love your pet. It is for me, not a living toy, but a real friend, even if not able to talk, only meow and purr.
