I have three cats, and they have really difficult business and friendship connections with other cats in our street.  Three days ago one of them brought home a beautiful white cat with him. The visitor was really polite, after a few hour went home (OK, he tried to taste the parrots, but that was all). But  yesterday he came back, and stayed for hours. And today also.  I have a strange feeling about this whole thing…

The visitor is a young male with white coat, a yellow and a blue eye and really unbearable voice. I’m not a football-lover, but as the cat tried the first meow (or at least some noise from his throat), I was sure that the name ‘Vuvuzela’ fits perfectly. We will see what he wants: is really friendly and curious, but I couldn’t touch him yet.