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A friend of mine has found a homeless kitten. Cat liked people from the very beginning, so he assumed that it was abandoned by its owners. A friend and his girlfriend wanted to keep it, but she was allergic. They tried to find it home for a long time, asking me of course, since all of my friends know that I love those little creatures. I said I can't, I live in an apartment that is not mine, what is more - my flatmate said she does not want any animal in our apartment. There is another problem too - I travel sometimes, so I have no idea what to do with a kitty then. Especially since it was 1,5 month old.

My friend tried and tried to find in vain a home for this cat, I began to thinking of it more often. And when I promised to bake these muffins I mentioned about in my latest journal, I baked some more and went to my flatmate to convince her.

It seems that I am a quite good baker.

My parents told me I am crazy, my friends are laughing at me when I am coming to my workplace looking like a zombie after a sudden wake-up party on my head, but I think I am happy.

And so she is, because it is she. Her name is Milka. You know, like this chocolate cow [link]

Description
Eye-lasers charged in 3...2...1...

So, where to start...

A friend of mine has found a homeless kitten. Cat liked people from the very beginning, so he assumed that it was abandoned by its owners. A friend and his girlfriend wanted to keep it, but she was allergic. They tried to find it home for a long time, asking me of course, since all of my friends know that I love those little creatures. I said I can't, I live in an apartment that is not mine, what is more - my flatmate said she does not want any animal in our apartment. There is another problem too - I travel sometimes, so I have no idea what to do with a kitty then. Especially since it was 1,5 month old.

My friend tried and tried to find in vain a home for this cat, I began to thinking of it more often. And when I promised to bake these muffins I mentioned about in my latest journal, I baked some more and went to my flatmate to convince her.

It seems that I am a quite good baker.

My parents told me I am crazy, my friends are laughing at me when I am coming to my workplace looking like a zombie after a sudden wake-up party on my head, but I think I am happy.

And so she is, because it is she. Her name is Milka. You know, like this chocolate cow [link]