Today I fed a cat.
I took the press and a couple of pieces of pizza, and I arrived at the dock.
I found a bench, bathed in sunshine. I sat down and started eating through the paper, being careful not to stain it. As I was so
, materializes in front of me a cat. Put a little 'shabby, but a unique elegance. She looks at me. I look at him.
We looked for a while, 'silent.
The dignity of his eyes instinctively pushes me to do an act, bringing to him the hand with a bit of pizza. He must be hungry because your
if it is taken, with his usual elegance, and after having duly odorata, porphyry cubes deposited on the floor of the pier, he swallowed at once.
I continued. I read the newspaper, and reached out with crumbs.
We went on like this for a while '.
Then I remembered. Even last night I dreamed about a cat. He was the one who lives here with me.
He was in bed, I'm not even sure it was, in the dream, the bed where I sleep normally. In any case, the scene was quiet, you will feel no tension. Only, I found unusual granting him such a luxury. At worst, the cat is parked in the winter, resting on a blanket on a chair in the living room. I
associated intent of a two-day feline.
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