Atze. I love it when she’s in a really deep level of sleep, every muscle relaxes and her little pink tongue sticks out.
Feia on her divan bed. She almost never relaxes as much as Atze.
She may be smaller, but she’s also smarter than Atze. Feia. Last weekend she disappeared for one day, which left Alex and me really desperate. Our cats are not used to temperatures up to 50 degrees Celsius, so we were really worried. I found her at night, a couple of streets away, hiding under a car with her mouth wide open. She’s been totally exhausted and thirsty. Once back at home she didn’t stop drinking for like five minutes.