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Every day I’ve become more and more convinced that I’m not the owner of the house for sure🤣 My beloved cat dictates the rules of life to me: when to wake up, because His Majesty wants to eat, what time to go to bed, because the “king” wants to sleep at night looking to run a gallop around the apartment

All would be fine, except that the neighbors ask with periodicity, “have I bought a big dog?” And every time I make excuses "yes no, this cat runs!" Yes, and sleeps "king" in the place where you wish.

Recently, this favorite place was the dining table in the kitchen! Maybe someone will condemn me, they say it is my fault, but it amuses me

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