Elvis came to visit me last night...
Elvis is a cat. A white domesticated cat that lives in the neighbourhood and once jumped into my flat through my ground-floor window.
Since then he's come back a few times. We play together and I rub his belly.
Elvis was anonymous when I first saw him, so I had to give him a name. This is actually what I wanted to call my future son but since it might be a traumatic name to give a child (although it does sound cool), I gave it to the cat.
I've even bought cat food for when he comes over... Actually it might be a she, I'll have to check again, but with domesticated pets, you can't tell anymore.
So Elvis came to visit me last night, after ignoring me for a week. So I was relieved to see he still likes me, eating the food, scratching my carpet and rubbing his arse on every piece of furniture, leaving his hairs all over the place... I missed him!
Brought to you by Sandrine @ 11:41 am
1 Comments:
CHAT Alors... ! tu devrais le présenter à ta mère :-D
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