On one of those July days our cat seven years old. We do not know exactly when he was born, he was a foundling. We found him during a walk in the woods: He was lying in the bushes, chirped for his life, hardly two weeks old. We'll then have until the syringe and then raised with the bottle. And he was sooooo sweet:
He has grown into a beautiful cat: idiosyncratic but always gracious, a wonderful companion that fills our house with a lot of life. And even if some people say, we are only opener for our cats, I do think that they like us too.
Here are some nice pictures of him and all who have a black cat know how hard it is to photograph;)
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