Pimsika

My little cat.

She seems happy to be on vacation at Mum&Dad's, even if their huge, black panther probably wants to kill her. She murmurs happily everytime she sees him, he growls and hisses and looks like something out of a 1980s horror movie.

Mum insisted we give her a more feminine name than Pims, because she carries herself like a little ballerina. So Pimsika it is.

(I'll just stick with Pims, though. A cat who loves to play hide and seek, and likes to tear through the house carrying murdered, stuffed unicorns by the neck, needs a rascal name.)

The photo was taken by Line, my darling, lens wielding sister.