A friendly presence, a relationship between two living beings who initially do not know each other and meet for the first time.
It all started when, arriving at home in Sardinia, in our parking yard lay as dead, a kitten puppy(a) black(a). Eyes covered with mucus and several ants that trampled on the face.. but the puppy was still alive under the hot sun of the morning when heavy humidity was already recorded.
My mom took the puppy and washed his eyes and nose for several minutes: They were pretty encrusted. As soon as they could see some light, the signs of life increased, even with their breath.
Attempts to breast-feed with diluted goat milk and a little honey were not easy. You slept with us one night, then, the next morning, Mom showed up on the terrace and the puppy was returned.
A few sniffs and then the grip "for the back of the neck" and away: mother cat left but then went back to eat and drink and to be pampered.
Rarely or I would say never happened to meet and pet cats in this sea area; in summer there are too many people and in winter this is a wild place absolutely depopulated by the human being, so it is difficult to find confidence and confidence.
Last winter just passed, he took our "our" cat Minny from us: a Siamese intersection. A special friend who has accompanied us for over 14/15 years.
You miss that friendly presence that came after me and gave me so much affection. Sometimes it also made me angry walking loudly on the roof while it was late at night but in the end I gave in and went to sleep with me. The alarm clock in those cases was at five in the morning so you took hours from those few in which you finally managed to fall asleep because cats wake up (and wake you up) early if you sleep with them.
Here at the sea you arrived and, since we rediscovered how much it can give a welcome cuddle, we have perhaps started looking for each other.
This evening from the return to the pizzeria and a short walk, I looked for you and called in the darkness that was then illuminated by the lights of the terrace. After a few minutes you came in and they were cuddle jumps.
You ate and drank and then lay down for a while in company, as you did this morning and in the afternoon. But tell me, you know how much more empty and sadder the day would be without that affection of seeking oneself and that trust. even if always with a certain who goes there!?
A cat(s) per friend(s) can make a big difference, it can make us think about the affection that sometimes we can’t find and receive from people and can really excite and gain great importance 💜.
To close in beauty, this evening before leaving for the pizzeria I saw the encounter of black with white and vice versa. I thought that opposites sometimes attract but then mom told me that the white cat is perhaps also a pussy because she seemed to have breasts. I'm not convinced but it doesn't matter.
