House of cats

House of cats
Here we have the house of cats.
Three cats live in that house.
And they peer at us through the window—
Two kittens and their momma cat.
M. Shapovalova
               
Based on the poem, a lovely image emerges. I want to tell you about three cats—adults, all living separately.
In these photos you see the cats with different colors and  breeds. But they are united by the fact that I personally know and care for them.               

The white cat is obviously fake , but it’s made out of very natural material. It is remarkable that it calmly lies in place, does not climb the curtains, and does not ask to go outside or be fed. Our girl’s name is Kosha; this is what my youngest son Alex named cats. The best part about this animal is that it knows how to meow and raise its left paw, welcoming its owners and all guests entering the room. How pleasant it is to come home and hear a joyful meow that is indiscernible from a real one! What beauty! My family loves this kitty—Kosha has a home and her place in it!
But  there is a black cat, which for some reason many people do not like. Upon seeing such a cat on the road, many prejudiced people turn away or spit over their shoulder to avoid bad luck!
It turns out that getting a black cat as a gift is a sign of special respect. I learned this from the Internet.
It so happened that a black cat started coming over to my house, after having been kicked out onto the street by our neighbors, who were moving to a new house. For a long time, other compassionate neighbors had fed the stray animal. I felt sorry for the cat, so I began to feed it. And I noticed that the cat could be very grateful. Now she sits near the house all day and guards it like a guard dog.
They say that cats are very independent and free—they love their home more than their owners. And I'm very glad that I got such a loyal cat.
This is Elvis, who lives in our children’s house. The boy was adopted from a pet shelter. Now, here is a truly independent animal who walks around the house by itself. You can’t hold him in your hands—he will meow desperately and escape down onto the floor. When the family goes on vacation, I have to feed the cat. This is when Elvis becomes nice—rubbing against my legs and jumping into my lap.

As you can see, all three cats are completely different.


 
               
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