Vera Titov from Russia I think I have inherited my mom's passion for cats. Her mother had an attitude that if the house has less than two cats, you can not name it as a "sweet home." However, in some situations you have to think about those who make that home sweet. It's not so easy to be a wife of a business man. For six years we had never stayed in one place more than two months. That's why we decided not to have a cat because it is not fair for the kitty to travel so often. We solved the problem with the idea of taking cats' pictures. So, not only did I find a hobby, but I also developed some skills as a photographer. And of course it became a part of our journeys and made both of us happy. But sometimes hobbies can involve us in unpredictable situations. That is why I will remember this cat forever. September in Bakku (the capital of Azerbajan) is very pleasant. Not hot, not cold, just right. Many little outdoor restaurants and tea cafes, the sound of Asian music, the smell of grilled salmon and lamb bring the city that special colorful atmosphere and exotic appearance. While we were enjoying all the pleasures that middle eastern food can bring, the red silky beast was meowing his begging song and walking around our table. I couldn't resist and gave him all my "lyulyakebob" dish. Thank Heavens. As a result, I didn't have any stomach ache after all, but my husband did. You have to be very careful about food when you are traveling. But if you think that this cat saved me, think again. Next, I was waiting for my Honey in the taxi when I saw the "Red Beast" exposed and ready for my picture taking. I grabbed the camera and left my purse with our passports, tickets, my jewelry and money on the back seat of the car. I was so excited that when I turned around, I was surprised because I didn't see the car. "I let him go; we'll take a walk," my husband explained. Next, we panicked and tried to find a policeman To make the long story short, the taxi driver came back in forty minutes. Our luck. He was very honest and didn't even open my purse. So, what do you think? Was it a real "Red Beast"? Or maybe it was an angel who let us see how much we have and understand each other because we were so close to haing an angry argument, but we didn't even blame each other. This emergency situation showed that we can feel each other's pain and forgive the mistakes that have been made. I personally believe that I met an Angel in Bakku. More
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