After dropping Magico on the soft, grey blanket on the sofa, I go to make dinner. I live by myself since my parents have moved out. I know where to buy everything and how to make anything. My favourite is PASTA. Yummy!
I remember that Magico is here and I need to feed him. There is no cat food anywhere. What was I going to feed him?
My stress levels rose. I couldn't go out and buy any because the shop had shut. It was too late.
But wait...
An idea popped into my head. The pasta! I'll feed Magico pasta!
After serving the pasta on clean, white plates, I cover them in grated parmesan cheese. I hope the cat eats well.
Placing it down, I get nervous. Will it like it? Is pasta bad for cats? Will it choke on it?
Magico leans over the bowl and licks the meat filled sauce.
Meow
He likes it!
I sit at the table and eat my pasta. Turning around to check on Magico, I see that he has already finished it. His fluffy stomach has ballooned. Sauce and cheese covers his mouth and button nose. I get a napkin and wipe it off.
After I wash up, Magico cleans himself. Licking his paws, then his ears, stomach, legs and then his BITS.
MAGICO NO!
He looks up with his tongue half out of his mouth, leg high up in the air for a moment, then goes back to his biting and licking.
Seriously.
Picking up Magico, I walk upstairs and place him on my bed. Magico purrs and purrs. I think he likes it.
Then Magico uses his paws to claw my bed. His small legs going up and down. Is he making it comfy? Finnaly, Magico spins round a few times, lays down and tucks his white paws under his white belly and purrs some more.
After getting changed into my pyjamas, I clamber into bed and shut my eyes, ready for the next day.
