Hello, my dear friends.
It's a rainy day today. Everyone wants to sleep. My cats are no exception. They always sleep, not on a rainy day.
At this sleepy hour, I enjoy petting them. They are so cute. It feels like nothing bothers them at all. At this hour, when it's raining, I also want to sleep. Cats put me to sleep. They purr songs to me. At this moment, the hugs begin. The gray cat, Sailor, climbs onto my legs and starts kneading them with his paws. But at the same time, he pricks me with his nails, and I get a dose of acupuncture. Sometimes I can't stand it and remove them from my legs. I always think that cats need to have their nails trimmed. Vasily rubs his muzzle against my face at this time. He demands attention and affection. This is real therapy for the soul. I love to pet their fur; they are simply wonderful.
The other day, they refused to eat their usual food. I had to buy pork to feed them. Maybe they were hot, so they didn't want to eat. They have an excellent appetite, especially for pork. They are tired of fish. They have become picky eaters.
