Pets

Some of the best memories of my childhood are related to cats.

I remember myself as a schoolboy. On cold winter evenings, I often did my homework while the cat lay on the table under the light of a table lamp. I used him as a book stand. The cat has always been a city cat: he walked on the street, caught mice and birds, and participated in cat parties in the spring. But when he returned home, I was always happy for him even when he was dirty and scratched. I loved when he slept in my bed.

When I had my own family and we started building a house, we immediately got a cat. We named him Plyushka. It took me a while to decide to welcome this cat to our family. My choice was the Scottish Fold, an old breed. Plyushka was a beautiful cat, but his character was not the most friendly. Sometimes, he would allow himself to be petted and condescended to play with us. Very often, I thought that this was my cat's house and he allowed us to live in his house. I believe all cat owners will agree with me that the cat is the owner of the house, and the cat treats his people like an Egyptian god treats his slaves. Unfortunately, Plyushka grew up in an apartment. When we moved into a house, he didn't understand that he needed to be afraid of dogs. He tried to command not only us, but also the neighbour's dogs. The neighborhood dogs had their own opinions about this situation.

After Plyushka, I decided to adopt a red cat like the one my parents had. We found an advertisement on the Internet "I will give a red kitten." I called the ad in the morning and arranged to meet after work. When I went to pick up the kitten, two red kittens were brought to me in a small cage for parrots. When asked why they were in a bird cage, the owner answered "I put them there after your call so that I don't need to catch them again." So we got two red cats - Rudel and Strudel. Ever since, they have became a main source of joy for my family. They never refused to play with us, took naps in our arms, and purred when you petted them. Besides, they were able to make pranks all the time: roll on the curtains, tear the furniture, bring a live mouse into the house, and clean themselves of lumps of mud in the clean bed. The fact that we spent a fortune at the nearest veterinary clinic, it did not make us love them any less. They reminded us every day that they were not only toys, but also a big commitment. They taught my children to be responsible, and they never left us bored. Now, in a new house in Canada, we are thinking about getting a cat again. I am certain that soon we will go to a shelter and bring a new family member to our home.