Linx is my small cat. She is now 11 years old (4 jul 94), but looks and act as if she were 3. She loves me, and never leaves me. She's also known to be dangerous to unwnoved people, but I think is just a tale. I only think that is a coincidence that all the cat-sitters I hire are never willing to come back. She actually got for me 62 animals, 51 alive and well (mostly bats). For living in an appartment, inside a big city like Milan, is not bad. Some years ago she hunted for me a Steak than a croissant and a towel, all from different neighburns. She loves to sit on my bag, to drink from glasses, to scratch my friends, to ceck what's good in the fridge, to play in the boxes.