You know I love cats, right? But you don't know that my biggest love as far as cats go is my only cat I have ever had and which sadly I don't live with anymore (it told me it's happy in Poland and doesn't consider moving to Turkey...so, what can I do?)- the cat called Punia. Or Puszka (which means 'a tin'). Or Puszek (which means 'fluff'). Or thousand other similarly fond names. She is all about fluff and softness and tenderness and coziness and warmness and cushion-ness and snug-ness and similar (when she feels like it, that is). She loves my dad something tells me it's because he is similarly all about fluff and softness and tenderness and coziness and you should just see her making a little ball of softness out of herself and nestling down on his arms folded over his belly creating sort of a shelf when he's sitting in his armchair and watching tv (soft, all soft).
And she loves my mum, especially when my mum does something in the kitchen, Punia is her best friend then - watching her with loving eyes, following her every move and trying to talk, gentle 'miaow, miaow' (but something tells me it means: hello, I'm here, could I have a piece of that lovely chicken there, please? Now?). Punia has a great sense of hearing. She may be sleeping deeply in the attic, but the moment you open the fridge - she's there before you manage to close it again. Looking at you with her loving eyes (or so it seems), miaowing her gentle miaow (read: food, food) and wrapping her body around your legs. She looks after her health very well and only drinks fresh water straight from the tap, so no point putting a bowl of water for her there - she won't even touch it, instead, when she's thirsty, she'll go to the bathroom and miaow, and miaow miaow miaow until you go there and open the tap in the bathtub for her. Then, sitting on the edge of the tub, she will catch the water that drips from the tap with her pink tongue. I guess that also serves as her daily exercise...and one for my mum, who has to make thousand of trips to the bathroom a day for Punia to have two drops of water to drink at a time. Punia also loves sleeping - something tells me that's her favourite thing (second after food, that is) and following you around the house (when she feels like it, that is). She loves checking all the bags you bring in into the house - she once developed deep love for my cousin's Grzesiu's blue racksack. The moment he would walk in with it and put it down, she would sit on it with this extremely satisfied look on her face (we all wondered what was going on in her mind at that time!).
Oh, and she loves eating flowers - whenever my mum gets any flowers from anyone - Punia thinks they are for her and eats them all up happily before my mum is able to sniff them and say 'thanks'. Punia has got thousand other little things she does I could tell you about - but I'll save them for some other time.
And she loves my mum, especially when my mum does something in the kitchen, Punia is her best friend then - watching her with loving eyes, following her every move and trying to talk, gentle 'miaow, miaow' (but something tells me it means: hello, I'm here, could I have a piece of that lovely chicken there, please? Now?). Punia has a great sense of hearing. She may be sleeping deeply in the attic, but the moment you open the fridge - she's there before you manage to close it again. Looking at you with her loving eyes (or so it seems), miaowing her gentle miaow (read: food, food) and wrapping her body around your legs. She looks after her health very well and only drinks fresh water straight from the tap, so no point putting a bowl of water for her there - she won't even touch it, instead, when she's thirsty, she'll go to the bathroom and miaow, and miaow miaow miaow until you go there and open the tap in the bathtub for her. Then, sitting on the edge of the tub, she will catch the water that drips from the tap with her pink tongue. I guess that also serves as her daily exercise...and one for my mum, who has to make thousand of trips to the bathroom a day for Punia to have two drops of water to drink at a time. Punia also loves sleeping - something tells me that's her favourite thing (second after food, that is) and following you around the house (when she feels like it, that is). She loves checking all the bags you bring in into the house - she once developed deep love for my cousin's Grzesiu's blue racksack. The moment he would walk in with it and put it down, she would sit on it with this extremely satisfied look on her face (we all wondered what was going on in her mind at that time!). 
Oh, and she loves eating flowers - whenever my mum gets any flowers from anyone - Punia thinks they are for her and eats them all up happily before my mum is able to sniff them and say 'thanks'. Punia has got thousand other little things she does I could tell you about - but I'll save them for some other time.
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