I have a cat. Her name is Suzanne. She is already an adult cat, she is about two years old. She has a dark gray back, a pink tummy, a dark pink neck, a black nose, a long mustache, a smoky tail. Our Suzy is an extraordinary cat, she has a slightly flattened nose and very long hair. Mom says she is of Persian breed. A cat likes to lie on the TV and look out the window. Sometimes Susie lies on the windowsill, hanging her paw on the curtain, and sleeps. Sometimes she likes to play with a paper ball or my feet. Most of all she loves mother.
Last year our cat had kittens: two boys and three girls, they were all multi-colored. When they were born, they were blind and could not even walk. A month later the kittens grew up, they opened their eyes and began running around the whole apartment.
My favorite animal is a cat. I wanted to have a cat from my childhood. And, finally, my dream came true – my home had a Siamese cat Kuzya. The Kuzi have a light brown muzzle, dark ears, paws and a long striped tail; Flexible elongated body, large round head, on the muzzle bristly mustache, beard and bright blue eyes. The color of the eyes changes when he is angry or threatens, the pupils become red or green. The ears of the cat are always on their guard; they catch the slightest rustle.
Kuzya is an animal whimsical. If he is in a good mood, he plays, lets himself be ironed, allows another animal to eat from his bowl, but if he has a bad mood, he warns about it with a kind of meow, then it is better not to touch it. Kuzya serious, fighting cat. When we were in the village, he fought all the cats. He does not join the fist fight. In the beginning he as though warns: howls in a nasty voice. Almost a hundred and eighty degrees turns his neck; The wool rises atop it, and the tail “turns” into a fluffy bristled brush. He has no compassion for the rival. He fights until the enemy flees. Kuzya is a very smart cat. He learned to open the fridge with his
I came from school, ate and started doing my homework. My mom and dad came later. When they entered, I heard a weak meow and thought that it came from the street. Running up to my mother, I saw in her handkerchief, and in it… a kitten! Mom explained that she had taken it from a friend. I was delighted. When this enchantress was brought into the room, he immediately jumped on the sofa. I took the toy and started playing with the kitten. Toy kitten immediately took in the teeth and somewhere dragged.
Coloring of the kitten is unusual, some kind of magic. We thought about how to call him. Dad said that the cat looks like Bagheera. Mom compared her with the princess and said that she should be called Diana. I wanted to call her Juliet more. Then everyone agreed and called her Juliet.