Me and my pet

Kyiv, Ukraine

A little mischievous cat.
My little cat’s name is Kuzya. But sometimes we call it Kuzma, because of its tricks. This kitten appeared in our house two months ago and brought some changes in our still family’s life. From the first day it began to check our rooms: it hung on our blinds and wall-paper. It helped me to do homework having jumped on the desk. But now my cat looks at the big wardrobe with sad face, because the kitten is too small for the present. In spite of its tricks, I like my pet very much and I enjoy playing with Kuzya.

Nadezhda Popova
coordinator secondary
school N 267

Zhemchuzhina (The Pearl)
Last winter my mother bought me a present - a kitten. We called her Zhemchuzhina (Zhemka for short), because the colour of her hair looks like the black pearls. She was very little and fell asleep on a palm. And now Zhemka has grown and become almost an adult cat, a very beautiful pussy - cat. Her hair got longer and rich. Her tail got fluffy and, when she holds it up running, it resembles a spread tail of a peacock. What a pet she is! She'd play days and nights. Zhemka runs about the flat, hiding from me and looks like a clew of fluffy wool. Her big round eyes can watch all that happens around. The pussy examines something new with interest, sniffing her little nose. Zhemka likes when we flatter her neck and by her ears, then she starts mewing. All our family loves her and I adore her. I'm very happy to have such a fluffy miracle as Zhemchuzhina.

"Bucks can be not only green." (Us dollars)
For example, our Buck is red and white with stripes. Once, returning from our country - house in an underground passage we took it out of the basket with many kittens. He was small, thin and hungry. We bought it for one dollar I had in my pocket. That's why we named him Buck. And our Buck - Bas'ka grew a big, clever and nice cat. What makes him different from other cats? Our Baska has a dog - collar and a load. We've taken him for a walk as a dog before. Imagine, I go along the street, holding the lead in my hand and the cat steps proudly by my fide. And now Baska is used to walk by himself. He offers his neck for a collar, asks to open the door and runs out. There he makes his toilet, runs for pigeons, mixes with other cats, and then mews by the porch for a porter to let him in. He runs up melting (he never misses the door) and asks to open. As we open, a pleased "miaoev" is heard and he enters the flat with an air of importance. If you happen to turn up in our yard and see red collar, be aware - it's our Buck.