My First text in English Cake is my daughter's cat. He's convinced all in home we´re his slaves. He reach of his trek meowing stridently, don´t care are smallhours, for refil his plate. When he want out in the middle night, up in my bed and look me steadfastly until I weak up and open the window. Sometimes I angry with he, but then look me and purr and I love he again. Gracias por sus correcciones :)