As my second entry for the Photo Fun Contest (by 
), I'm gonna introduce you my new friend Dalí. Before this goes beyond crazy: No, I didn't adopt a cat. I'm actually not a cat person, I'm more a dogs appreciator, lover, fan, etc. I like dogs, I find cats very suspicious. Don't get me wrong, if I'm around a cat (of course they're not around me because of their attitude), I'd try to pet him if he lets me and say "Awww so cute little whiskers", probably after that the cat might just hate me. But I wouldn't adopt one, I wouldn't be abble to live with their judging face, their solo attitude and the "won't get the ball back to you" thing.
), I'm gonna introduce you my new friend Dalí. Before this goes beyond crazy: No, I didn't adopt a cat. I'm actually not a cat person, I'm more a dogs appreciator, lover, fan, etc. I like dogs, I find cats very suspicious. Don't get me wrong, if I'm around a cat (of course they're not around me because of their attitude), I'd try to pet him if he lets me and say "Awww so cute little whiskers", probably after that the cat might just hate me. But I wouldn't adopt one, I wouldn't be abble to live with their judging face, their solo attitude and the "won't get the ball back to you" thing. But as in every story, there's a catch: Dalí is different. He lives with a friend of mine, I won't say she owns him, because I'm pretty sure cats think the opposite. He's weird, he's lovable and sometimes can be creepy. He runs around like a crazy possesed animal, but also can just get closer to you SO YOU CAN PET HIM LIKE A DOG. The second or third time I got to pet him, he layed on my legs and simply urinated all over them, not funny guys.
For some reason he didn't act crazy and I was able to get close enough to take the photo. I'm starting to trust him, actually. After he decided to pee on my well.. Things got harder like in every relationship, but managed to work things out and now we're good friends.