One morning we had three kittens are again lucu-lucunya. They enjoy the warm skin behind one of the our house. I don't know the cat who, but they definitely the third cat is clean, as should the animals.
My father was loving a cat, in contrast to the mother who sometimes like to get upset if the cat the streets, and then hone the sharpness of his nails to the couch in our house. My father is very close attention to the cat, his love of him so ketara, although surely, girl differs the way it always loved the cat with how to love our children.
The three kittens this act to me, I'm membelaiya and he felt the warmth of you is to cling to. Until one evening I went to the mosque, they were following me. I say no but they insist, yes, I'm just. As usual, that in my hometown, pilgrims are staying at the mosque of maghrib until evening. After the evening I was home, and it turns out that cats that have sprung up following me from behind. Ah, how they are loyal.
Togetherness we are limited time, the sabbatical I have been exhausted and I should go back to the city of rain. Some are made of hatikuku has gained weight, except my family, yes, my cousin who was a baby and also three kittens are cute.
A few days later after I'm back enjoying a routine that is solid in the city of rain, I called the mother at home and questions regarding the condition of three kittens, and that is my mother said, they don't exist, they're gone, maybe go back to the maintenance. Ah, there is sadness in my heart.
