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¡Hola! Esta es mi primera publicación en Caturday, y pensé que qué mejor manera de comenzar que mostrándoles a mi príncipe y princesa.
Nino es el príncipe rubio de la casa, llegó primero un año antes que Nani. Quien nos lo regaló dijo que era el más espabilado de su camada. Bueno, no sé cómo habrán sido sus demás hermanitos pero él es lo más ñoño y cariñoso del mundo. Le encanta hablar con todo el mundo, es muy comunicativo con lo que le pasa. Pero le tiene mucho miedo a los truenos, se pone a temblar y no se separa de mí hasta que para de llover.
Nani es la princesa, es un año más chiquita que Nino. Hay que admitir que cuando llegó su nueva hermanita Nino se comportó un poco arisco pero luego con el tiempo ha llegado a quererla, a su manera, claro. Ella era callejera, mi mamá la recogió del medio de la calle, la vió gracias a sus gritos (no maullaba, gritaba) porque la pobre era tanchiquita que no se veía. Ella llegó muy enferma y teníamos miedo de que no sobreviviera pero aquí está, bella y sana. Una cosa que le caracteriza son sus gritos: grita cuando alguien llega, grita cuando es hora de comer, grita cuando Nino la está molestando, grita a las 3 de la madrugada...
Pero al fin y al cabo creo que ellos le han dado ese toque interesante a mi vida que le faltaba y no sé qué haría sin ellos.
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Hi! This is my first post on Caturday, and I thought what better way to start than by introducing you to my prince and princess.
Nino is the blond prince of the house. He arrived a year before Nani. The person who gave him to us said he was the sharpest of his litter. Well, I don't know what his other siblings were like, but he's the sweetest and most affectionate little thing in the world. He loves talking to everyone and is very communicative about what's going on with him. But he's terrified of thunder. He starts trembling and won't leave my side until it stops raining.
Nani is the princess, she is a year younger than Nino. I have to admit that when his new little sister arrived, Nino was a bit standoffish, but over time he's come to love her, in his own way, of course. She was a stray; my mom picked her up from the middle of the street. She saw her because of her cries (she didn't meow, she screamed) because the poor thing was so tiny you couldn't see her. She arrived very sick, and we were afraid she wouldn't survive, but here she is, beautiful and healthy. One of her defining characteristics is her screaming: she screams when someone arrives, she screams when it's feeding time, she screams when Nino is bothering her, she screams at 3 in the morning...
But in the end, I think they've given my life that interesting touch it was missing, and I don't know what I'd do without them.