Spring does its job - even if you are a sterilized Bengal cat named Toira. I've already told you about it before, and, to be honest, it never ceases to surprise me. Toyra's character is more of a dog's than a cat's. She is curious, active and always as if on her own wave.
The other day she decided to arrange a little adventure for us. I just took it and ran away. And not like ordinary cats - quietly and imperceptibly - but confidently, as if she has a clear plan. At first, we didn't even immediately understand what had happened, and then the whole operation to get caught began.
As a result, there were three of us: my friend, her husband and me. We ran around the house, looked at each other, tried to predict its trajectory and at the same time not scare even more. And Toira was running around at that time, as if she was playing catch-up with us. She stoped, looked with her green eye, as if assessing the situation, and again to the side.
She is very beautiful - this Bengal color, clear spots, strong body. And at the same time, there is so much energy in it that it seems impossible to keep it. Even at home, she behaves not like a "calm cat", but like a small predator that just temporarily lives with people.
At some point, we still managed to catch her. Not fast, not easy, but it worked. Of course, she was dissatisfied, but without panic - rather with a look of "okay, you won today".
Now she's home again, acting like nothing happened. Only sometimes he looks out the window a little more carefully than usual.
And after we definitely needed our coffee 馃槀
