El sábado adoptamos a Gonta. Eight weeks old, about a kilo, innate ability for climbing (of people) and several energy MegaJules. It is also a ninja. Following the narrative tradition of offering ads online abandoned cats, Gonta is the only survivor of a litter of seven that the rescue group found in a dumpster in a bag. Gonta and Pliny, after overcoming their initial territorial disputes, have become brothers and (thus) irreconcilable enemies, despite the mutual hatred, sleep together and embrace each other when nobody is looking. My grandmother, who always hated that my grandfather had dogs, but was she who would take care of them play, tells me to say that I am not fond of them. That is idle beloved animals. Animals to die. What to keep tears for the things that matter. My mom says you never can / should love animals and want to people because people well, are people. I can not believe that anyone could measure and differentiate the love for the things you want depending on the (ephemeral) nature. So far I think I have never failed to give affection. Is it because I want some.
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