My pet

There are lots of animal species in my home —including humans, dogs and insects— but the only being which I’m responsible for is my old, big cat. She’s been my pet since eight years ago, when I found her under our car —far from the wheels, luckily— and immediately brought her home. The months passed by and the cat didn’t have a name yet, we just continued calling her “gata”. Finally my brother forced us to put a name to her, and he decided that she should be called “Chimultrufia”. I don’t really know where did that horrible name come from, but all of us ended up calling her “Chimu” (she does have facebook by the way!). She's got bigger and bigger with the years, and now she’s a formidable grey ball, with white boots and big yellow eyes.
I don’t know why do we have pets, but I must confess that Chimu is a source of distress to me. I get relaxed every time I see her sleeping — over my bed, over the car, over the keyboard, etc. And I also love to watch the elegance of her moves: I believe that cats are the most fascinating creatures, since they can move in such impossible ways. I’m pretty sure that people who love pets are healthier and might even live more years than people who don’t. That’s because love and respect for living beings —in general terms— are necessary conditions for a worthy life.
P.D.: She's a poser, as you can see in the picture...