When I was 5 years old my parents gave me a cat. It was white with gray stripes, that is why I gave it a name after my favorite cartoon character - Matroskin. I grew up with my cat. We played together, Matroskin even slept in my bed with me. Once we went to the village, my cat never left the garden, but that time he got lost. I searched for a long time, but failed to find him. I cried a lot because I missed him and was frightened to imagine what happened to him. I week later our neighbors called my dad to tell us that Matroskin came back and was trying to find his masters. I have never been happier than when dad brought him back home.
