My younger sister adopted a white female cat first and then a gray male cat later to accompany her. The pure white cat named Lulu and the gray cat is Lily. Lulu is a beautiful princess but very lonely, she usually looks doom and keeps herself away from people and other animals. Lily is a sunshine boy, like to exaggerate his juggle skill by pouncing mouse, and often meow to us to see him walking over high fence to show his manliness. One day morning, Lily walked through the drapes to get in living room, he saw LuLu standing in front of him covered golden sunshine. Irresistible, he stepped toward LuLu and kissed her nose smoothly. I supposed it could be the beginning of a romance, but I was wrong. LuLu raised her left hand and put it on Lily’s face and move the face toward other direction. Disappointedly Lily draped his head down, and then walked away slowly.
In the following days, Lily still grips race and sometimes little birds, pokes warms, sips early morning dew, and lays on moss on top of fence. Looked at his gradually glut belly fat, I prey he can pass LuLu’s scrutiny earlier before he is unable to proudly meow on top of fence.