Hi friends! Remember how I told you the story of a cat named Sonya? If not, you can read it here (if you want, of course). In short, the point is that our Sonya very often gave birth to kittens. We barely had time to distribute them (and sell them, because it turned out that it was even more effective than to put the kitten in good hands, I don't know why).
So, Phil was one of those kittens that could not be adopted. I think it's because he similiar on his father, a neighbor's cat, and looked like a normal country cat. Sonya looked very elegant, aristocratic, my wife and I identified her as a cat of the Russian blue breed (I do not know for sure, but it seemed so to us). Most kittens were the same as her, so they were taken more willingly. Or there were still blacks, from another neighbor's black cat, these also did not stay with us. But Phil's stripes did not fall on anyone's heart, so we left it to ourselves. He grew up and stayed with us.
At that time we already had a camera, so it became our constant "model")). In many photos below, together with Fileya, our daughter Darynka is also present, who really liked to play with a striped kitten, which looked a bit like a tiger 😊.
And this photo can illustrate the endless stories about cats and shoes 😆.
Unfortunately, Phil repeated the fate of his mother. One morning I found him dead in the yard, with no visible damage. Apparently, it was still a pack of stray dogs lurking nearby. They could have strangled him or he was just literally scared to death.
But Phil now lives in the many photos my wife and I took.
