My first year
Water from the tab! Not so easy at all...
Playing in the kitchen.
DAY 166
Wonderful! Sun and a soft cushion!
DAY 167
I finally managed the cat flap!
Look! Grooming me all by myself!
I'll tell you a secret: 'Miga' means in Spanish 'breadcrumb'. And, although my name comes from a contraction of mi amiguita (my little friend) - mi miguita -
mi Miga, I am totally crazy about bread. And that's because when I was out there, many times when I was hungry I ate the bread a neighbor threw down for the pigeons…and
later my human was worried because I wanted so little cat food…
But it took her a very loooooong time to find out.
Hmmm... toast bread! Off with the plastik!
My first Birthday! With a bread-cake...
On March 13th fate robbed us unexpected and tragically Miga, only 6 years old. Apparently healthy and with all vet controls, she started - out of the blue - to convulse and died in my arms.
My beloved cat, companion, love, inspiration, guide and flagship - you'll be forever alive within me, between this pages and in every new jewel created.
