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Today I'm gong to talk about my cat, her name is Pascuala, she has 15 years old.

I considered my cat like a sister, she is so important to me, I don't know life without her. She came into my life when I was a child, I don't remember exactly my age, but I think I was six years old when she arrived to my life.

Pascuala has a curious personality, she always has a bad face, everywhere think that she is angry but is not like that, it is just her face.

Her favourite activity is eating chicken, rolling on the floor, sunbathing and shouting for attention. My cat loves to sing opera at 3 in the morning, but anyway my love is big and I pay attention to her (sometimes)

My cat is the last litter my grandfather's cat had. My mother chose her among many kittens because she was the one that cried the most. She was so little, like a mice. I don't have any pictures from when she was a kitten, because in those years cell phones didn't have a camera. 
Right now, she is sleeping in my head, and I can only think how grateful I am that she has been with me for so many years. I love her too much.