The first picture of Peter I took.

The history of my meeting with Peter is quite special. To tell the truth, that took at least a month or two before Peter becomes truly my cat.

It was one day of end of spring and I rested in a comfortable chair. I suddenly saw a black and white kitten crossing my garden. He was two months old approximately. I called him and he came towards me. He accepted my caresses well, which the cats of the vicinity hardly appreciated. We became friendly then. For two months, he continued to return to see me, undoubtedly attracted by the beautiful bowl of milk that I offered each evening to him. I saw well that it did not have a house, but I continued to be doubtful. But reassure you, not a moment I thinked of bringing him in a shelter. One evening of August, it was decided, Peter was going to become my cat. I bought him food, a small basket, a collar and a medal. Remained only one problem, I am allergic to the animals. It was summer and he seemed to appreciate his outdoor life, I installed him on my gallery. When autumn came, I built him an extremely astute house. Made of wood, the lid can open. There is also a small gate to enable him to enter and come out as well as a window. As our winters are not very hot, I built also a small platform under which two bulbs are lit and heat the house. More over, it is very well insulated. The walls are covered with carpet, its litter and its food are placed in a corner. It is located on my back gallery, protected from the wind and the rain.

The summer 1997, I spay him. He sees the veterinary once per year for its vaccines. Here how I made the meeting of Peter.