I would like to see the persimmon tree.

Well, Guyon isn't exactly top-tier, but he was also bought at the market, just like cats are... I get it.

At least they didn't find her in an alley in a cardboard box in the rain.

I inherited my silly cat from my grandmother, and she got her when she lived in a private house. A few years ago, my grandmother moved in with us, and she had three cats that she didn't want to leave behind, so my mom, who was strongly against cats, had to accept it. And somehow, my mom became close with the grumpy, hysterical, and standoffish woman, Yana, my dad befriended Efim-Tygidym, and I found a soulmate in the form of Blondie. She hid from us and my dad under the bathtub for two weeks, only coming out when my mom and grandmother arrived. It took her several months to get used to me, but then she started enjoying hanging out with me. I realized that we were alike when I went to the kitchen for a late-night snack and saw that she was also going to crunch on some food. When I moved out to live on my own, I took her with me, and she was happy with me, because Yana used to mistreat her She's actually similar to me in that she's also aloof and doesn't really seek out contact. It's a pity that, unlike her, I can't hide under the sofa when someone comes over.

Dude, I thought it was some kind of plush squirrel, sorry.

No, that's her name. Belka, because she's white. If you're wondering, it was my grandmother's idea.