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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Big cats

While I type away at my desk in my room, Pirucho sleeps on the floor. He's there so long I forget he's in the room, until I stand up and trip over him. He is a cat who constantly purrs and who loves to be held. When you pick him up, his front legs stick straight out like arms that don't bend. I love him so much. I can't even hold him today, because I'll hear him purr and it will make me cry. I leave this evening, and I hate goodbyes. It's not just him; it's this house, it's this life. I feel so sad today, so send some nice thoughts, okay?

Love, Kate

























(he's mad at me here because he hates having his picture taken)

2 comments:

  1. Kate and her love affair with cats ... maybe you should have been a Vet.

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  2. Nosotras tambien nos sentimos tristes cuando te fuiste. Pirucho ya volvió a la normalidad. Espero que tu viaje siga bien y seguir leyendo lo que escribes que me gusta muuucho! Alex

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