The original name of the tomcat was Otik, after our uncle who just wanted to sleep all the time. The daughter renamed him then to Bubik.
I found him abandoned sitting under a bush about 18 years ago, as a castrated grown-up tomcat full of fleas, whose real age we can only guess.
So for many years we entertain our relatives and particularly our friends with the amount of his vivid stories about how he got lost, how he was found, how he travels with us and in the neighborhood sleeps in foreign beds, how he can manage to open the door on his own, how he had a 'buffalo illness' - it would be so many episodes that we could fill with them a whole thick book. And so we'll probably one day do. After all such adventures lived many owners of the pets through.
Nowadays he is not so frisky any more, he suffers from joint pain, kidney illnesses, he has problems with teeth and hearing - simply the problems of every old age, also human's, in case our lives last long enough. We try to make his old age days as much comfortable as possible, so we handle him like a silly (not agile) kitten, the same way, how it is done with the seniors of his age.
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