PAPITAS

 Today I have to write about animals and pets and its the topic I like the most. I'm crazy about the little yellow furry thing that lives with me. His name is Papitas and its the second cat that I adopt. 

There's two versions of the same story: for everyone, I found Papitas when I was walking down the street near to my house, six years ago. He was the last kitten left, the ugliest and sickest of the litter, so the lady who gave him up for adoption had resigned. But when I saw it outside the lady's house I fell in love at first sight. 

 

I live with my parents and they didn't want another cat at home, so the second version of the story is known by them: I found Papitas when I was walking down the street near to my house, six years ago. Papitas was on the street alone, hungry and thirsty, he was so little and helpless that it was so cruel to leave it there. 
 I took Papitas in a shoe box and with the second version of my story we walked to his new house. I don't regret having lied to my parents, because Papitas means only joy every day in our lives (specially mine).

He was sick two weeks ago, but now he is ok <3

I like everything about this cat, he's usually angry at everything, bites me when I touch him for too long or meow with rage when a moth escapes its claws. Also, when I feel sad, he use to purr loud and let me caress his paws. I think he takes care of me and he knows that I take care of him. 

Life just would be so boring and so sad without him.