Iris

Iris is my other cat. She's more little than Luna, more young too. I don't know exactly how old she really is because she was "wild". She was born secretly in my garden, in a part where my dad use to keep his tools.
I remember that it had rained for two days. The second day, at night, I was reading in my room when I heard a noise. It was a very weak sound. I told my father that there was something outside making a weird sound, and he went out to look. Few minutes later, my dad returned. In his hands, Iris was staring at us, completely wet and scared.
Now, she is a very sensitive cat. She likes to stay with people; although she can be a little rowdy sometimes. I have to say that she's more affectivate than Luna, but I love both by the same way. She had other name, "Alma", but we though that it would be better to call her Iris because of her beautiful eyes.

- Iris with Luna (from left to right) -