I have always related the month of October with the cats. Reasons? I have not, perhaps the song that's when the moon is well placed as a pelotota big one and illuminates the alley, you hear the cat's meow of a poor widow and bla bla bla bla. And then after that in October that the moons are more beautiful and great. And then moon, cat. Do you understand?
Actually, October is my favorite month of the year for many reasons, for the weather, for example. And it was precisely in October 1997 and something when Rita came into our lives. A cute kitten tricolor happy today. The consensual, the "queen" of the household. The only one in the house left him scratching the furniture, climbing legs on the couch and go home late at night.
Rita was very warm and homey. On several occasions he was my classmate, I was your pillow and were accomplices.
A year later, in October also, the first kittens were born in the cabinet for clean towels and sheets (never punished for it): "Salem", a completely black cat with yellow eyes shining, and "Grisly" its counterpart in full. A completely white cat with a gray spot on the tail and blue eyes.
At home, racism was present. Grisly became the darling. That's when we let it purr us in the legs and that, for that time only because my mother and brother suffered from asthma, we left to come into the house. Grisly became lazy and spoiled the first one at 7 am knock on the door to feed him while Salem was out on his own in search of food. And Rita, she just hoped. It was always more cautious.
I loved those cats as any pet before because I wanted a lot even though they say that cats just use us, even though Salem was discriminated against.
Time passed and my brother's asthma worse and indeed, cats, hair, were the cause.
My mom told us flatly had to leave. We seek the right people and the gifts, but the first attempt failed, the three of them come again.
finally found the right owners who lived far enough.
eggs in a box with holes to breathe's got an October afternoon and said goodbye to them. I cried with them that day. Salem said with his eyes so forgive me for not wanting to see it as the "ugly kitten" Grisly said I would miss a lot and I would never forget and Rita, she just thanked me for those two years he was with us.
never saw them again. And I have always refused to believe what happened to them. For me, this October, eleven years later they still play as usual and sleeping on top of each other as they used to.
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