and Laylita With Ly ...
had it not been for his story last night at the station
train, maybe the end would have been different .. .
go I was always trying to write ... fingers dance around asking me almost shouting the letters that they are ... few days ago that some suffer pain, unusual pain, "finite, cold, like needles of ice, "describe the pain (this should say that I promise to go to the doctor to see what happens to them, but do not promise what I'm not sure to meet) but that does not stop them looking to dance keys that are ever others are pen and pencil ...
But these fingers of mine, who are so wanderers, and mixed with wool or metal work and love messing with the earth of all my pots, do not understand that and the letters needed to inspire what the combination of the mentioned result, ultimately, something productive and readable (if I may use the term)
And not every day you get to go write as who breathe ... there will, of course, who can do it, who would call "those who know", but that's not me, and my fingers do not understand, I have come ten very pretentious ... and a little beggars. ..
So I am about to tell a tiny story, those that do not matter to anyone ... Towards
few days I saw her walking along the edge of the wall is from one of my windows, sometimes heard another meow near the windows ... that rarely opens.
I figured, the colors, it was a cat and not a cat had a collar with a bell ... which implied that it was a cat, or cat in this case, from the street ...
I thought then that would be of that neighbor neglected (hijo'e bitch, I add) that would have gone on holiday leaving the poor animal to the good of God ...
This afternoon, I opened the window that opens and rarely saw her there on the adjoining wall ... desperate meowing. Suddenly, very typical of a cat, jumped to the second stood at the window sill ... (bordering word sill ... of those words that you can taste ... allllfeeeiiizzzarrrr) Caring
keep out to avoid conflict with the cats living in the house, I went to get some balanced food security that this poor creature would be dead of hunger and on the evidence of his skinny neck of the collar was left over from all sides ...
began to eat from my hand and I had to let it go ... but reassured me that Lucy, my cat and faithful companion, looking at her with absolute confidence, as if he had known her whole life ... cats are so jealous , was undoubtedly a good sign ...
For an instant unconsciousness such as common as my own, I thought I'd keep him, warm and incredibly beautiful, with an orange spot on her forehead saying: "I am not a cat either" ... but in the brief struggle between my crazy and sometimes sanity I have left, won the forcefulness of the number 4 (in cats, too much for a department) in purple collar with bell, I figured there was a chapita bear his name, but when you look with glasses (needed to distinguish letters from numbers and even to know that there was something written) I saw what was recorded was something like a cell number.
At this point I stop and I should clarify that last night, my friend Ly, told me that once your dog Layla escaped and that she had been recording his cell number in a chapita if that happened, had it not been so never would have thought that number was in the neck my-cat-almost-was stolen cell owner / a.
call and explain to the voice that I attended, in the room my son was eating a cat wearing a chapita in the neck with that number ... a relieved voice Leandro had just met, he replied in a deep sigh that for 20 days to gone, he was desperate for it, he had put pictures in the neighborhood ... that if he could be held for that came to look ... Leandro, my neighbor did not know, walking is extremely fast, and was eager to see her cat, because it took less than nothing to make the half block between your house of mine.
If it is true, I get excited easily, it is not news to anybody, but when I saw the cat climb up to the neck and give Leandro thousand kisses on your face ... and when I saw Leandro, with a huge smile talking to her cat with that ... I love huge eyes filled with tears ...
Today, despite everything, I feel good, I confirm once again that the chances do not exist, yet there are happy endings and I have a feeling of joy Leandro when he saw his cat Chalita ... Agenda
Leandro number in my phone under the name "GATA LEANDRO" and the agenda mine, just in Chalita, which is seen to be so wandering as my fingers, is given to return to visit.
happy ending to the story a little girl, for my fingers to stay calm ..
Today, Chalita, again home ...
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