Those early days Kim come home, he soon found his way to my pillow. He would come as soon as I turned the light off and he would sleep on top of my pillow, very close to my neck, covered by my hair. The wind was blowing outside, the temperature was low, but he was very warm and slept all night. In the morning he would meouw when the clock sounded, and his warm milk on the syrenge without the needle would be served, because the bottle was too big for his mouth. I would go to work and would leave him between cousins, very well hidden of the cold. Winter is here again, very windy and I do remember the warmth of Kim on my pillow.
This is a picture of Kim, in a pic taken during the Winter. He loved to play in his little carpet!
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