She comes, she goes. She spends the night with us, upstairs. Or stays three days without showing. That’s Moka!

This morning, around 11:00, Moka came in. She drank her milk in the hallway, approached me to be caressed, then, climbed upstairs fast as a rocket to go and lie on an armchair. She goes in and out whenever she wants through the cat flaps. She doesn’t eat our food – there must find better food in other places! What she finds in our house is calm, no other cats, no children – at her Masters’ there are three other cats and her Mistress a babysitter. On average, Moka spends twenty hours a day in our house! Calm, milk and caresses…

I have great difficulty writing on Frimousse’s Blog. you realize the effort I’m making today!