My lovely cat Today is the first spring day and at the same time it's The Cat Day in Russia. Indeed I discover it only today and I think it's cool. I had a cat one, her name was Sima. She was 18 years old when she gone. I often remember and see her in my dream . Sima was been a hunter – she caught swallows and pigeons, although our flat was on the 9th floor. But we found a lot of birds feathers under sofa where she feasted. Through her hunting passion she fall out a window. Twice! Once, she landed on neighbor's balcony. But second time she fell down on the ground. She was escaped from injury because landed on bushes. All the same small cute predator was thirst for hunt. Don't worry, after that accident Sima lived a many-many years with us. I'm very miss her. Love own kitties!