I'm a cat-lover - inherited from my mother's side. All my aunts have cats! My father however, does not fancy them and sometimes can be quite cruel to them *Which pisses me off* The place where I lived is like a small place for little animals. A stroll around the neighbourhood, you will find atleast more than 20 cats roaming around.
We also have squirrels, hens (lead by roosters) roaming around our backlane. Occasionally, there will be a couple of monkeys but they seem to be a little dangerous.
My house-cat (or more like my mom's cat) passed-away a year ago. Since my dad doesn't fancy cats, I've just adopted a stray as my pet cat. I named him Smokie due to the *dirty-white* colour of his furr. This four-legged fella is really my companion and he really knows how to grab my attention. Nowadays, he has got a 'Girlfriend', a grey-back-on-white cat. It's nice to see them around my house compound.
Smokie taking his nap.
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