Our cat Murka was very kind and gentle God's creation. She picked up on the street 2-month-old weakling. From the first moment we met, she gave love and tenderness, joy meowing, rubbing and poking wet muzzle. Purring was so intense incessant, and we decided to call it Murka. A few months later, he turned into a fluffy beauty, she attracted the attention of all suburban cats and no one could stop looking, so it was good. Cat-grace, femininity, kitty, kitty-unconditional love. But her whole nature blossomed into full force when she became a mother. Kitten-girl turned even more fluffy and naughty. Murka did not take her with her caring eyes, he straightened foot all the clumsy movement of his little girl, dragging her by the scruff of the neck everywhere, when I had to teach her the tricks of life in a city apartment. In the morning she woke one or the other, lying on his chest, touching wet nose-to-face, purring softly. And in the evening, when everyone was home, sitting in the hallway at the mirror, she glanced then at us, sitting in the kitchen, then on himself, as if to say languidly, flirty look, "Yes, it's me, that's so beautiful, and you do not You know ?! "