Already housewarm, the biggest of them sat outside waiting for me this morning, meowing loudly, demanding her breakfast of milk and sausage. She'll prowl the halls like she owned the house, including the upstairs rooms. No worries in the world.
The other one is just a tiny little furball of clingy, noisy love. She'll stand on her hind legs and attempt to plow her head through your legs or hands or just plain concrete if no human is around to give her attention.
Love me, human.
What's this, then?
Attempting to crawl inside my leg.
I've fed this little girl a whole packet of sliced sausage, plus some hot dogs over the past 3 days.
Sometimes the floor can be a substitute for a human leg. She's taken the house more or less into her possession. I think we'll both be heartbroken when I have to leave.
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