Baldassarre
On September 2011, my grandma brought a little black cat in my room . The doctor had found it in the woodshed, near our home. Since than it lives with us. I named it after my grandpa’s uncle. It passes the time playing around all over the house, jumping everywhere, eating every fly it can find, breaking my grandma’s flowers or sleeping on the window ledge in my room if I’m at the desk (it doesn’t like to be left alone). I don’t know why but it doesn’t like milk, it prefers spaghetti; often it spends the time sucking my fingers. Sometimes my grandparents are stressed out themselves because it likes playing hide-and-seek a lot so it jumps over them suddenly. But they love it and I see it makes them smile. I hope a day it will become a beautiful big black cat.
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