When I´m not reading...

When I´m not reading is a weekly meme hosted by Missie @ The Unread Reader.

Tomorrow is finally the last day of this semester for me. as I already said, these last two weeks were really really tough for me and I really feel kind of bad because I had to neglect my blog a little bit. But after tomorrow or maybe this weekend (the end of the semester has to be celebrated, right?) I´ll be having enough time for blogging again.

Remeber thoses waps I talked about last week? They´re gone! Yay! Nothing stands beside me and my terrace anymore.

Today I want to show you one of my pets, actually, my favorite among them if I had to chose.


That is Bruno, one of my cats. I got hom when he was still a little kitten. We found him on a really cold October day when we were taking our dog for a walk. Someone must have abandoned his mother when she was pregnant and she must have found shelter in a barn of the farms in our neighbourhood. Their were three other kitten in the litter along with Bruno and they looked really bad. They were dirty and sick and their mother was obviously too thin. As a baby he was one grey white furball with huge eyes and huge ears and he was just so cute we had to help them. So at first we just fed them, the mother with real food for cats and the baboes with extra milk. They wouldn´t let us near them because they just weren´t used to people. One day my father would come home from walking the dog totally devastated and told us that a car must have run over the mother of the kittens. He found her dead at the curb next to the barn. Now we knew we really had to hrry because the kittens were too young for solid food and without their mother, they hardly left the barn to eat the milk we brought them. With a lot of patience we finally caught one of the four kittens and took them home. The next day, we found another kitten dead and we were so sad. It took us a week to catch the next kitten, again not Bruno, but one with short hair. She also got to stay with us. When we came back the next day for Bruno, he was gone. The food we left for him was untouched and we couldn´t find him anymore. All of us feared the worst, but we couldn´t find his body. It was December when we finally found him again: he had found another barn to hide and somehow survived all the time. Once again we started feeding him. It was on December 24th when we were finally able to catch him. His brother, the first cat we caught had already conquered the heart of my mother, as did his sister with the hearts of my grandparents. But Bruno was the one we fought hardest to save. He was wild and wouldn´t let us touch him for a long time. But once he got used to it, well what can I say...
Look at the picture. He´s 6 years now, very content and slowly growing a little fat and enjoys his life at our house together with his brother and our third cat. :)