[Pet]
A few years ago, one day, a white cat was sitting in my yard. A very elegant Siamese cat with blue eyes. It was a stray cat that could only walk thinly and steadily while it was raining lightly.
My wife, who loves animals, said he was sorry, so I ate a piece of beef from the barbecue. He was a gentle and nice cat who never raised his claws, so it seems that his neighbor's cat got lost. I couldn't find the original owner by asking for lost cats or contacting the health center. The cat, who was wary at first, gradually got used to it and became a member of my family before I knew it.
At first I used to call it "Cat-chan", but without a name, it seemed like "I'm a cat" and it was pitiful, and now that I'm a cat at home, I named it "Tama (balls in English)". After all cats are good at balls. This cat loves toys and plays a lot.
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