the guardian and spy

Not a super good photo inspirated me to write something about my cat

Well, I could tell you her story also:
she was raised by peole and a pack of small dogs in a hut in the middle of forest (well, the forest isn't big and it probably wasn't in the middle). She was probably quite happy. But then, when she started to hunt little animals and birds, thing went wrong... So her owners asked a girl from the city, if she could addopt their little kitten and add her to her group of cats (only two). And it ended by her agreeing. So the littlle cat moved to the city, with less animals to hunt, less evil forest hunters, but more another bad thing around. And one day in the morning, the girl met her new cat in the door. The cat was looking very strange, and after few moments of observing, the girl found, that the kitten has broken the lower jaw. She tokk her to a doctor and it was a long day...and the long weekend, when the cat had to stay by the vet overnight, because it was necessary to operate her. Weekend full of fear, missed phone calls and tears. And then was the kitten back.
Where she belongs...


That's our Erin, the unadularated (Pratchett) cat, the hunter cat.