My mother always recollects one incident from my childhood days... where she removed the blanket and found a cat cuddled next to me fast asleep :) I was seven at that time and for me my best companions were animals... There were many stray cats in our compound... My father would bring carton milk for us kids... I had made it a regular habit to slip away with one can for the cats :)... Cats were indeed a joyous part of my yesteryear memories...
I don't have a cat of my own... here are a few glimpses of a stray cat, it happens to pay regular visits to our terrace (*-*)
I don't have a cat of my own... here are a few glimpses of a stray cat, it happens to pay regular visits to our terrace (*-*)
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| This angle gives me a cuteness attack :) |
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| Waiting for the squirrel to make an accidental appearance ;) |
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| Losing patience :s |
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| :D |
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