It's fascinating to observe a pride of cats. They're very different, both in their behavior and even in their feel. Sunny is like someone put a cat skin on a xenomorph's spine. Not emaciated, but bony. He can't gain weight; he has an old injury. Sunny was hit by a car and ended up at the shelter.

He's a very affectionate cat, but he loves to run, play, and bite Penelope and Zhuravel on the neck. That's why Penelope often slaps him. Zhuravel even enjoys it.

Penelope (Lapa) is dense and feels like felt, made of wool. She resembles a miniature Pallas's cat, except her eyes are like an owl's. Calm and focused. She can spend hours chasing the same candy wrapper around. But sometimes she invites Zhuravel to run around with her. Although she usually runs away from the two of them. She jumps on the scratching post and starts tearing the cardboard with gusto.

Zhurya is like jelly in a silk bag. She's so smooth. She copies both Lapa and Sunny. She learned to chase candy wrappers from Lapa, but she lacks patience and concentration. From Sunny, she learned a very distinctive purr when she wants to communicate and invites you to play. She's still a baby. The youngest in the pride of cats.

The most amazing thing is that they haven't yet destroyed the house full of ceramics and other fragile items.