Cat better than a husband
For three days I passed a cat sitting at my door. Abandoned cat, but apparently bred.
My husband is not allowed to take him. On the fourth day I came home with Basilio (the name of the cat).
I brought the cat and said that a cat lives with us, or I live with him … in the stairwell. Now the cat lives in my second year of my noble handsome! My husband was gone, he went from me to the other, and the cat lives.
That this conclusion – love cats.