Krasotka
Krasotka is
my cat. He loves me. He works as a pillow for me. When I wake up in the
mornings, I find him under my head.
He is nice. I don't love him because he is a thief. I love him because
he is nice, an excellent performer, lovely, and he is mine. He is the
brother of Bookva.
He is the son of Mentira
