I've always been a "cat person". Although I don't own any cats, my mom has a few (all rescued). Motya, whom I brought home as a little kitten when I was a teenager, had gone on to the Rainbow Bridge last year to join her buddy Bekar after sharing 11 years with us.
These are flower girls Marsia and Motya:
Maxim in his younger days:
Ryzhik on his watchtower of books. He's mean to other cats, so he gets to live in a separate room.
Marsia sleeping on dad's desk:
The White Cat (that's his full name; or Kotya for short). He is no more; the only outside cat in the family, he was hit by a trolley. He sure lived the life to its fullest.
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