Every Friday we distribute the cats in good hands. Because people are created in order to be slaves of cats and in all of them to please, and it is impossible to fight with their destiny.
So, our first Friday cat with the brave Indian name Mityich (I suspect that I called him in honor of the main Socialist Indian Goyko Mitich) before a year lived in the parking lot and had a tendency to travel. The wanderings did not go to Mitich for the benefit - when he was picked up, he was unhealthy, the lives are fused, well, and in general looked quite sorry. In the shelter Mitich pledged, made vaccinations and cut off extra details, so now it is completely indifferent to the ladies' bags and male slippers. As a result, a cattle star was turned out, in our classification - somewhere in the middle between Leonardo Da Caprio and the Curlin of Eastwood. Adult, smart, accustomed to the beast tray, gentle, but independent. I warn you: Mitich - the owner, and not ready to divide the master's affection with other tailed challengers. The rest of the beast is absolutely correct: loves children, tauralitis at night, loves to sleep on glaked underwear, and if you do not leave each other's notes, "Do not believe the cat, he already ate" - happy with pleasure breakfasts 2 times a day. TOTAL: Ears. Paws. Tail. Vaccinations. Passport. Heart, full of love for you and to the Baltic sprat. Take - here: +7916 787 5898 Victoria vk.com/sparkme owner, get!
