Batuffolo isn't a cat E-Book

Norma Mazzaretto

• Herausgeber: Booksprint
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

"This is a fascinating story, by turns funny, intriguing and very moving. Batuffolo's personality is captured very well, and the account of his illness was heartbreakingly vivid. This is excellent writing, Norma - well done.”The Writer's Bureau

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Norma Mazzaretto

BATUFFOLO ISN’T A CAT

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Copyright © 2013

Dedicated to all whose creature

“I purr, therefore I am.”

Since the first day you stole my heart,

Persian kitten of smoke grey,

Gentle heart thou art,

Eighteen long years you were going to stay.

You would come to me quietly, softly,

The soothing calming of your purr,

You would sit with me however so closely,

I miss the neutral scent of your fur.

Innocence in your eyes, the sweetness,

Couldn't find claws amongst your fluffy paws,

Making me laugh with your cuteness,

Only you would not scratch with your claws.

You were my little prince.

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atuffolo looks like a cat but his behaviour is unusual.

This is the story of how he became part of my life and of how, by observing him attentively, I discovered that there are some traits which make him more person than pet.

Also, since he has been diagnosed with kidney failure at the age of 18, I have understood how much he has filled my home with unconditional love through all these years.

It is so hard to learn to accept that very soon he will depart this life.

Batuffolo means fur ball in Italian and that was what he looked like when he was two months old and he became part of my life.

For a long time I had been thinking of getting myself a pet and it happened the day I was walking past the only pet shop in town. As I would usually do, I went inside to observe these little creatures that look so cute and make you smile.

There were about seven tiny Persian Smoke kittens inside a rather tight basket, which was a little too high for them to jump out easily. They were all trying to complete the almost impossible mission of jumping out by trampling on their fellow brother’s heads in order to succeed.

All of a sudden, a little head appeared, from right underneath all of them. He made his way up by suppressing everyone else’s head with determination, and with all his might he was the only one, that succeeded in jumping out of that inappropriate basket. Phew!

What he did next was even more surprising. He came running towards me, meowing, as if to say: “Are you going to get me out of here?” Then, he started pushing his fluffy paw through the gap of the glass door, but with such persistence, and meowing, and looking at me all the time, that I decided “This little one’s mine.” He had, in that instant, stolen my heart. Besides, he himself had chosen me. They say that’s the way it should be: when you want a pet it’s best to allow THEM to choose you.

I realised later that he was the ugliest of all of them. He had a protruding bottom jaw and a naughty, capricious grin on his face. Strange, long hairs came out of his ears making a curl around his face. You just felt like eating him up! Nevertheless, he grew up to be the most beautiful, big size, gentle hearted Persian.

The first few nights, when it was time to go to sleep, and believe me, he knew exactly what time that was, he would get onto the corner, yes, the corner and not the middle of my pillow, and wait patiently for me to come and sleep. This was his ritual until he grew up to be too big for the pillow. He, himself understood when that was.