My Bandit. He is not purebred at all. He has no awards for the title of the most beautiful cat. He has no pedigree. But he is so beloved that it cannot be expressed in words. But I'll start this story over.
Inseparable friends. Bandit and Cheburek.
When we lived in Kyiv, we had a cat, Charlie. I called him my king. He is completely white and has different eyes. One of Charlie's eyes was blue and his other eye was yellow. Five years ago we decided to leave our country. Forever. Saying goodbye to Charlie was difficult. Much to our regret, we were not able to take him with us. Charlie stayed to live with my husband's parents. We missed him very much.
Our King Charlie.
We left. At first we lived in an apartment provided by our employer. It was forbidden to keep cats and dogs in such an apartment. For several years we only dreamed that we would one day have a furry friend. And then we got our own house. And we didn't think twice about it. The first one we got was the black cat Villain. I wrote about him in my last story. Unfortunately, he was hit by a car a few months ago.
Our favorite Villain. A few weeks before his death.
When Villain was two years old, we got a gray cat, Bandit. These were the most beloved cats in the world. And then the Villain was gone. He ran away over the rainbow. When we buried Villain we decided that we wanted to give a home and our love to another cat. And we went to the shelter. In memory of the Villain, we decided to take a black cat. When we arrived at the shelter, a woman brought us a small black lump. And we immediately understood. He is ours.
Bandit and Cheburek are resting. Together as always.
Bandit and Cheburek on a walk.
We named the new family member Cheburek. This is how a small, restless cat appeared in our house. The bandit did not immediately accept his new friend. I was very afraid that they would not become friends. But after a few days they already became inseparable friends. Sometimes I think Bandit took custody of this kid. He plays with him, teaches him to climb trees and catch birds.
My favorite paws.
Hooligans.
When Bandit goes for a walk, he always returns with a catch. He always brings a mouse for little Cheburek. Little Cheburek also fell in love with the older Bandit very much. He copies absolutely all of his habits. If Bandit goes to sleep, then Cheburek lies down right next to him.
Tired.
If Bandit goes to play, then Cheburek follows him. They became inseparable. And if Bandit goes for a walk outside, then Cheburek sits on the windowsill and waits.
Sometimes it seems like they are glued to each other.
This is how Cheburek appeared in our lives. Small and restless. Beloved oh adored cat. And in the next story I will tell you how our Cheburek cannot decide what he likes more: meat or cucumbers.
The bandit dreams of mice.
Attention: I may have published some of my photographs earlier in my publications.
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It's wonderful when cats become bonded like that after a loss