absorptio @ 2011-02-27T09: 58:00
Sunday morning can be an exceptionally beautiful.
on the clock nine, you can safely just a quarter hour stretched lazily and was wrapped in a blanket. Cat as usually sits at the feet on the edge of the sofa, where there are no sheets. Learned the same. Gently poke his foot in the flank. Kato reveals amber eyes looking at me and immediately taken rumble. Good morning, I say. He stretches, arches her back in an arc, it is unrealistic yawning widely and quietly goes to me. I picked up his stack on his chest and begins Orientation meeting tenderness. Cat immediately rolled a cozy ball and stick his little nose is cold in my cheek, then neck, the chin. I scale it behind the ear and a little dying of happiness.
All right, enough already. Cat gently bites my chin, push off my face with his paws and rushes to the Reptile. Oh well. In the kitchen, over the pots, I expect too heavy for a Sunday morning choice. Netansky with kardamomnom or maragadzhip? Perhaps ... From these thoughts distract me something whose muzzle, rubbing on legs. Well, yes, feed the glutton is necessary. Cat get underfoot, trying at the same time for them to rub and time to bury its head in the fridge and the pantry, and even if only for somewhere else. Maragadzhip. Cardamom leave for four hours with chocolate, just left a piece of Lindt Bitter with blueberries and lavender.
Cote champs side, coffee on the stove starts to mumble. Now a day can begin)
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