One man was walking down the street and saw a cat on the street . The cat meowed and looked at him with big , sad , beautiful and mournful eyes. The man stroked the cat, the cat was so beautiful and fluffy . Cat meowing , she ran after him . On the run she rubbed on his feet, waving her tail, quietly looked into his eyes. The man was touched , deeply moved and took the cat home.*At first, the cat was just perfect. When the man came , the cat ran, looking into his eyes , purred , climbed to his hands...

Women like to call themselves the cats. Where there is truth and imposture , saying clunky - it is necessary in each case to consider conform chosen image.
You can be graceful and elegant , but you can just tear the wallpaper in the hallway - to each his own.
A cat and a woman - this is such a banality and vulgarity that somewhere not far away.
I like both cats and women and that thought is really similar between God's creatures ?
All the cliches like " I walk alone "...