
Tristan is my cat. He appeared one day in the house we have in the outskirts of Elche. He was a newborn cat and my sister gave him milk with pieces of fairy cakes. That is why he's such a spoilt cat! Then my bother and his girlfriend also went to see him and feed him and, finally, they brought it home. And he has been here for four years. He's quite naughty and bites and scratches us but we love him and we spoil him. As you can see in the photograph, he has got a blue eye and a green eye.
Tristan enjoys running up and down, hiding everywhere, sleeping covered by a blanket in the sofa or in someone's bed, going outside and sitting in the window and making all the neighbours think he's going to fall, mewing when he hears the birds and when he wants us to open the doors for him to go in.
Tristan enjoys running up and down, hiding everywhere, sleeping covered by a blanket in the sofa or in someone's bed, going outside and sitting in the window and making all the neighbours think he's going to fall, mewing when he hears the birds and when he wants us to open the doors for him to go in.
This year I'll be working in another school but I wish you all a lot of success and I'll keep collaborating from time to time here.
In Spanish:
Tristán es mi gato. Apareció un día en el chalet que tenemos en el campo, recién nacido, y mi hermana le dio leche con fartons, por eso es un gato tan mimado. Luego mi hermano y su novia fueron también a verlo y darle comida y, al final, se lo trajeron a casa. Y aquí está desde hace cuatro años, dando guerra. Nos tiene a todos arañados y mordidos (ahora menos, cuando era pequeño siempre) y, sin embargo, lo queremos y le damos todos los caprichos. Tiene un ojo azul y otro verde, como podéis ver en la foto.
A Tristán le gusta correr por toda la casa, esconderse en todas partes, dormir tapado con la manta en el sofá o en la cama de alguien, asomarse a la ventana con gran revuelo para los vecinos, que piensan que se va a caer porque al hacer piruetas en la estrecha repisa de la ventan se va a escurrir entre los barrotes del balcón, maullar a los pájaros y para que le abramos las puertas de las habitaciones cuando él quiere entrar.
Este curso voy a trabajar en otro instituto, pero os deseo a todos muchos éxitos profesionales y personales.

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