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"La voix des chats rend amoureux le vent lui-même." |
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It is enough that a pan leaves the cupboard or that the microwaves gets under way or that one types even gently on my mess tin, where which I would be, I hear it and I run like a hare. However, like known as “dad”, I am not a rabbit...
I am accustomed to follow “mom” everywhere, like a puppy (moreover, that already was worth me on several occasions a “foot on leg”: have!) that points out certain September to them...
This nickname is the result of my crises of completely atrophied energy or of sudden bulimia .
Every morning, while purring very extremely, I suckle and knead the pullover of "mum". What a nice feeling! It reminds me of my very small childhood, when, with my brothers and sisters (we were 5), I sucked our mum cat.
I really like to supervise all work which is made as well inside as outside. I put very often my grain of salt there to announce to them that I do not appreciate this type of things at all. In fact, I hate the removals: that disturbs much my mental.
Soon, one will be able to call me “Vincent Van Gogh”. Indeed, following a long brawl, my 2 ears are strongly damaged. If that goes on, I'll have them cut... and many others that the decency prohibits to me to quote here.
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