I've got a very amazing cat.
He is red and fluffy.
He is clever and fast.
He likes hunting.
When he sees a fly, he runs and jumps for her.
In morhings we like to play.
I pick my leg out and in my blanket, and he jumps.
Sometimes he manages to catch it.
He is really pickiest in food.
I and my elder sister make porridge on chicken broth, then cut chicken meat and mix it.
He likes lay on the window sill very much.
When sun is too bright, he stretches there and closes his eyes.
We have cages with amadines and parrots.
He likes to sit beside them and watch them.
Sometimes he scraches me.
It is painfull, but I like him still.
After all, he is kind anyway, and ocassionally I pester him too much.