A big cat

NOTE: I thank, first and foremost, Car Mac, who posted the photo attached to this article and who graciously allowed me to use. I hope not to disappoint him with this text that follows (partially translated by Google, partially by me). 

The link to his photo in Google + is:  CLICK HERE 

Then my text, illustrating in part the picture: 

The Garden of Secrets

Ricardo Descalzo thought that cats have ten names: one for each life, another put by human masters, one who only know the Gods, and the tenth, only known by the cat itself, to reinforce the aura of intrigue that surrounds their lives.

He did not remember where he got the story, but he was convinced it was true. Over the years, several cats had decided to live with him, and without exception they all behaved as if they were spies, double agents, moles, gophers, surreptitious  members of feline central of intelligence, Rosicrucians, Freemasons, initiated, musketeers, aliens or possessors of the same structure of the female brain, which could both purr with slanted eyes and jump out to fight hard with a shadow, eat something in passing and return to find the touch as usual.

Incidentally, the gods had created cats to allow humans to pet the big cats living in the comfort of their homes without fear of being devoured by a  domesticated lion which suddenly became nuts. Or being chased by a cheetah disguised as a linesman in the hitherto quiet  weekend house, because the landlord forgot to feed the kitty, and the kitten, which does not distinguish between employer and employee, will and turns on the jugular of the owner who was trying to connect a through ball to the center forward to go alone to the goal.