Here are some photos of my beloved and adorable kitten Magnu that I haven't shared yet. He's growing so much every day, but seeing him so adorable in these photos fascinates me. He's my favorite kitten of all. He's the smallest of the litter and the one we adopted. He grows so much every day, and it seems like only yesterday we brought him home. We didn't look for him; he came to us, and he'll be in our home and in our hearts forever.
One of my cats is missing. I hope she's okay wherever she is, my cat Oreo. But for now, out of my nine cats, Magnu is the smallest and the joy of the house. He's playful, adventurous, and mischievous. I love all nine of my cats very much: seven black and white, and two different colors. At my boyfriend's house, I have Magnu and Kuki, and at home, I have my six white cats (Mixa, the mother of them all; Pompom, the oldest; Chispi, the noble white cat; Bombom, a serious but sweet cat; Oreo, the missing cat; Pichis, the fierce white cat; and the smallest, the sweet Samy). At my boyfriend's house, the protagonist of this post is Magnu, the smallest, and Kuki, a cat with beautiful eyes. I love them all and feel for them, and I'm still waiting for the one who's missing! Although there were almost 10 cats, we lost little Aslan the orange one, 10 days after arriving home. He came from the street in very bad shape and we tried, but we will always remember him.
Photos are mine.