Well now she knows purr, she also learned to do stupid things: attacks me toes and hair while I sleep, in between the yellow bin to lick the canned ravioli and finds himself covered with sauce it does not take care of the washing course in all directions, producing sounds very Strange eats and defecates at a pace that I would describe as unbearable ...
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Anyway she looks happy in the garden, looking at me she purrs and purrs even ... when I wash it (yes it stains necessarily ravioli ...)
