My favorite animal is the cat. She is independent and proud. Such was Rosa. She sat sedately on the porch and throw fluffy tail, white paws, and strictly looked at me with her emerald green eyes at passers-by.Owners Frosya moved to another city and left the cat on the street. The first few days she was very homesick. The cat sat by the door of the empty apartment and with a silent plea looked into the eyes of each of the neighbors going up or down, "presses the call button?". She had not eaten anything and I would spend hours sitting in one place, still frozen in his majestic pose.I often fed stray cats and always tried to treat Frou. And eventually she warmed. Once the cat gently took my hand a piece of sausage and purred gratefully. Since then, it again started to be able to trust in human kindness. But, as before, Rosa behaved with restraint and politeness. Gently, without fuss, ate food, and then long and carefully deposited soft paws furry muzzle, lazily primoriva eyes.Even just the summer heat filled urban courtyards and streets, as our home planted a tiny, shabby kitten. Domestic cat hissed at him and drove away from their feeders. And suddenly our impregnable Rosa went to the foundling and started to lick. Since then, they became inseparable. Cat watched every step of the baby. In his own way taught him good manners and independence.The most interesting thing about this story is that Rosa began to care for abandoned kittens. She cared for them and fiercely defended from other cats and dogs. It is an amazing cat who survived the betrayal, as if he wanted to protect from the grief of loss of these little silly. She gave the kittens all his wisdom, kindness and love.If I look out the window and see Frou with its variegated collection, then all is well and peaceful in our yard and in our lives.
