My cat is my best friend. Her name is Pomme, which means "apple" in English. She is a little bit strange, she plays with shoelaces, cardboard boxes and plastic bags, not cat toys. She climbs everywhere, all the time, like a little monkey!
Pomme is not my first cat, I had one before, and now I have her and another cat. I decide to get her because my old cat died. She "talks" a lot and strangely, like a pigeon or a turtledove. She does "cooing" instead of miauing like most cats.
She comes to me when I'm really sad, like a real friend, and always comforts me and make me feel better. She is really delicate, when she walks, when she eat, and when she plays, like she is a cat lady!
I love my cat. She may not be really special to anyone else, but she is special to me.
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