Fact

I love my cat, i don’t think she’s that keen on me, i annoy her with cuddles when she’s playing, i pick her up and hold her like a baby and i forget once in a while to clean out her litter tray. I know that she prefers my boyfriend, he knows that she’s a cat and he respects her routine and cat-like behaviour, he doesn’t have the impulse to treat her like a dog like i do.

I love it when she curls up in a tiny draw, that we have somehow acquired during the move, and falls asleep, it looks so uncomfortable but it’s one of her favourite places. I don’t try to understand.

I love that she’s grey, grey is such a wonderful colour. I love her soft fur that we find in balls under the sofa.

I also loves that she talks to us, i’ll give cats that, when they chat to humans it’s definitely more cute than a big woof and a lick, but at the same time it doesn’t have as much passion, still it’s communication, and it’s appreciated, i don’t like having silent family members. She’s talkative, like us.

She also drinks with her paw, dipping the tip into her water bowl and then licking it over and over until her thirst is quenched, she’s so refined.

I love my cat and i love my boyfriend and that’s all there is to say at the moment.

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