Rosina the Cat found a spider. A huge pale disgusting one. And I am grateful that she did. But you know, I didn’t have the guts to let her play with it in case it should get away. So I captured it in that little yellow bowl and threw it out the window. Poor puss was patient but to no avail…
I did get her some of those wonderful cracker-biscuit-things she loves though. You know. Cat food.
/anna
I miss my old cat, Jontte. A wonderful cat that unfortenutely longed for freedom since neighbours were not understanding, then in the freedom was to careless and then…ended up somewhere, in a place, we know nothing of. Perhaps.
But what a sweet Rosina the Wondercat! Or Puss – what is her name?
- Lotta
Brava, Rosina… “Ma se mi toccano dove è il mio debole… sarò una gatta scandinava, sarò…”
Esatto! L’avrebbe mangiato…
Hey Lotta
Her name is Rosina but she normally goes under the name of Mis – equivalent of Puss in English.