I sit and eat peelings. The cat goes wrong next to him, loyally staring in the eyes. Heavily breathing, I forge out the meat from one pellet and put it on a newspaper. She walked around, smelled and suddenly... began to buri his leg. The pelme that was in my mouth is falling out and I realize that I can’t have THIS anymore. There are four more on the plate. I eat the cake (I really want it!) and the meat, so as not to prevent the cream from leaking out, I put it on the same newspaper. After a while, I hear a pleasant whisper. The infection smashed all the meat!! to
Something we don’t know about our cats.