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.
