Hello
:) today I'll talk about my cat. He is called Keto and is of a breed called
Roman cats… I think cats of the same breed look a lot like each other. This
could be my cat:

I said "my cat" but he is very free, I don’t feel that he belongs me, maybe I’m not the only one who feels that, but in some sense he is mine or of my family, because when my dog died, we wanted to have a cat, and we searched and finded a family that wanted to give cats to the people, and then, my sister and me went to buscarlo and in that moment we saw that he was the one that moves more, so we called him Keto as an irony. I liked the name because was easy for him and he learned it fast.
Keto likes to play in the staircase, in the bathroom and in the grass, he likes a lot sleeping and going to the techos, where he fights with other cats and sometimes he arrives with wounds to the house and we cure him. I think that he cures us too, he absorb the energy that makes us get sick, and it makes him feels good. Also sometimes he stands in the top of the house and I think that he absorb the “bad energy” of all the house.
Bye