In my house lives a cat named Dunja. She loves to eat, sleep and guard the refrigerator.
Dunya is older than me by a year. And so I call her Evdokia Petrovna. Once she was sitting on the windowsill and flew past a Sparrow. By surprise she fell on the floor. Dunya was in SHOCK. But we're playing so when I say Dunya: ball, ball,she runs with her long belly, grabs a small ball in his mouth and brings it to me.
This is my cat Dunya.