The heaven of the cat lovers - Of Olga Samarina
If the heaven of the cat lovers exists, when I will arrive there, tired of the terrestrial walk, I will find a little square or a little wall where I put my bowls.
And then black Omar will race in front of me, making me fall. And the patriarch will slowly draw near, careful and he will put himself behind a bush...
From a path down there Sissi will come tottering on her thin little legs. From scratch, as usual, Bavaglina will rise, and then Federico will emerge, a childish meow and Giorgia will place herself before me, waiting for the fishcake.
How much pleasure see you again , babies. I would like that the heaven of the cat lovers was this one, a place of Eternal Return of lost friends.
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