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At first he was alone. Thomas. Black as pitch. Weird, even purr could not. They took for catching mice, and this task he coped with a bang. On hand was not, was hanging on the kitchen cabinets, fell asleep on the boiler or the TV.





My daughter dragged two more, she loves cats crazy. Was on a business trip at the time, I come - where to put them now let them live.



There were small - a lot of worries, potty training, etc. With the knee does not peel off, we ate and slept together only. Now grown up. Thomas at first treated them as ... And nothing. Get round to bowl was last, slept anywhere but away from them.



yet.



yet.



yet.



And further.



And now - has come true! Sitting, mending primus, there is this miracle black, jumping to his knees and begins to purr like a tractor! Then the cat as a substitute. It makes kids group games, eat chorus, sleep - well, it's a must see.



yet.



And further.



That's all I wanted to say.



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