I arranged a parade of embroidered shirts at home. The number of cats, as you can see, allows. It turns out that my cats speak the best Ukrainian swear words. Not everyone liked the idea of dressing up, the cats periodically tumbled sideways and refused to pose. It was read in their simultaneously sad, angry and arrogant look that “My master is an idiot. We already have wool suits.”
There is one thing that even the most avid cat-lover like me finds difficult to come to terms with - the hunting instinct of my Rysya. Almost every morning, instead of an alarm clock, I jump up from the fact that she digs her claws into my unsuspecting leg hanging from the edge of the bed. Therefore, without hesitation, I took Rysya for a photo hunt today. In addition, I have been looking for a partner for a long time.