Chupi, the cat, lives in the house where I will stay from march 4th until april 7th. The deal is that I give her food and we will give eachother company. And really, she is one of the sweetest cats I ever encountered.
The house where she lives, seen from the path through the woods:
Regularly she asks for food, she then walks to her feed bowl and stares at it and then she stares at me, and back to the bowl, and again to me. She is so cute, and she knows how to mis-use that. But I learned to withstand this behaviour.
When the sun shines or I am outside, she also comes outside. She likes the company. I admit, I like her company too.
And one of the most touching things she can do is when I come home. Later in the evening, when it is dark. She hears the sound of the car and she then runs to the car. Because she knows I am coming. In the dark I see a still darker moving thing, that is her. I pick her up with her head to my left, and het claws over my left shoulder. So she is the closest to my heart. I walk with her to the backdoor and all the while she spins. She is happy and I am too. And yes, this memory brings tears, because I am touched by her.
I put her down and give her food. And then when the fire is on, she comes to the fire and lies down in a warm sheepskin rug. Next to me.
And sometimes she plays…❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️