No cuddles!

I love Papa and Mama. My heart resonates with pure joy when I am at their side. Every morning, I see them off as they go to work. Every evening, I welcome their return. I am always there by the staircase, waiting for a caress. When Papa and Mama use the Internet in the evening, I sit quietly in-between their warm laptops. And I purr. I am simply content when they are with me.

But there is one thing that I do not like, and that is to be cuddled. And when I am cuddled, I moan!!

Peno

Wish you were here

My Mama(by birth) left home when I was only few weeks old. I never thought that I would see her again in my life.

I supposed that you have also heard the story about my exiled black Papa. So I was very, very surprised when (my current) Papa and Mama brought me a picture of my other Papa and Mama from Rome.

How did they get there?!

Peno