uia everywhere, loved to be with me and particularly if it was in the yard, played quite yet, he was hooked on her skirt as she walked to my grandmother always did the same, hidden behind a curtain waiting for the right time and ZAS ! clothes catch on as a thistle.
the evening came running and was sleeping on my lap and there he slept, I loved it, sometimes put it in the sheets to warm and she was purring is sleeping. Obviously in the morning and it was because he ran to get my grandmother to give him food. So
grew up, happy, happy, but he lacked nothing, without disease, with a warm stove where he spent the winter evenings. His quiet was i
