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| Name: |
Kiri
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Age: |
One year old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Domestic Shorthair
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| Home: |
Munich, Germany
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Hi,
I'm Kiri. I was born on the island of Mallorca in the Mediterranean.
It was nice and warm there but my mom, my siblings and I never got enough
food. You know food- that is bread and rice and noodles and yummy chicken
and fish. We were very scared when some people picked us up and put us in
a box and brought us into a big dark cold and loud machine. I tried to
make myself as small as possible so that nobody could eat me.
Luckily some hours later we got out of this machine and were brought to a
place where there were many other kitties. It all went so fast. I could
not even say goodbye when a couple of other people came and picked me and
brought me right away to another nice person who said I looked fully
healthy. (I had no idea that she was only nice when she was at home like
that afternoon. She did some nasty things to me in her vet shop later.)
As it turned out I was not healthy. My new people said it was because I
did not get the right kind of food that I got some tummy ache. I myself am
convinced that there is no such thing as right food and wrong food - there
is never enough, that's the only problem.
There was another guy at the place who is now my home. He is called Orion
and when I first arrived he was bigger than me. Now I am bigger than him
and I am the boss.
I love my food (did I say this already?). If I don't get enough I can
always get some more from my dad's plate. They run after me when I catch a
yummy piece of ham but they never catch me as I can go under the bed and
eat it quickly. My humans are nice. They pet me and I purr very loud. I
can even sleep in their bed. They play with me and I jump really high. I
also have a balcony but I think there is something wrong with it. I cannot
get out. One day I'll manage - I promise.
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