ungrammatical and strictly personal
My cat is called Explorer.
My cat is called Explorer because from birth, only one litter of four, siblings while lounging in their chest, he could not sit still and moving in any direction, and looking eagerly sniffing around because all he must have known. That is the passage of a German named
Explorer and we knew immediately that that was his name.
My cat is called Explorer because it explores every hole, every slot, every gleam that suggests the possibility to enter: for him is irresistible, and there can be no peace until he has captured every detail, until it has conquered the place that aroused his attention.
My cat gives us awake in the morning with a series of desperate meow outside the door and say: insistence until the door opens. At that point, emits only a low volume mew of satisfaction, then mocks the pigeon, and then purrs and keeps them until they jump on the bed and began his endless cleaning.
My cat, when the Monday delivery, assist me while I make the case and sometimes he jumps in, almost as if he wanted to come with me. But when we are ready to go out and go down the stairs, he falls and stops at the bottom of the stairs looking at us with sadness and a bit 'resignation, and greets us.
My cat, when they return on Thursday, waiting for me beyond the garage and open the door quòando keeps mewing of satisfaction mixed with exasperation at the wait, and I give up my bags and take it in her arms. He then jumps down the stairs ahead of me and lands on his scratching that is right there on top, and draws moans and nail for the satisfaction and contentment.
My cat, in the evening after dinner, when I sit on the couch and stretch your legs on the puff, as if to an invisible point of jumping on my legs, is 2:00 to 3:00 if
turns on itself as if to orient themselves and find the location more comfortable, quiet and then finally collapses purring.
My cat, when in the mood for pampering, she lies on her side and call your touch. And I, with skill, I start to stroke him regularly and the third pat on the back flips, belly as if to say: Let me chello that you only want: either.
My cat gets picked up his arm but he can not live more than two seconds without being able to look around. So I take it so I can check to his head and look behind me and only then calms down.
My cat is called Explorer, because even the utmost relaxation and tranquility of the snaps at the slightest noise and starts listening, ready to learn the secrets that the new world has to offer.
My cat, when spring comes, and wants to be outdoors for a few minutes may suffice for the terrace. However, when hear the sister who calls him back in three seconds leaps beyond the wall and dives with enthusiasm and contempt of danger.
My cat when you can roll on the grass or on the earth is happy, it rolls back and ready to be submerged to cuddle or play.
My cat is called Explorer, because if he opens his eyes, even half asleep, and perceives a movement, a light, a shadow that intrigues him, stands erect and looks, for minutes or even hours until it believes that it is sufficient.
My cat, when you return home, it's there waiting for us behind the glass door and meows, or on the couch or sleeping in a chair, and then, with its time, we are meeting after a need for far-fetched stretch your muscles, and then rubs against our legs and finally seems satisfied.
My cat, when we turn away even for a short time, almost to the window while standing on the armrest of the sofa with his eyes and seems to greet us as we become increasingly distant and small.
My cat is called Explorer because there is no room in the house that he did not know, there is a sliding door that resists, there is no wall that stopped him.
My cat has just been afraid of fireworks at New Year: For the first barrel has jumped up and looked mad, then jumped on top of kitchen cabinets and has dropped only when I picked up and became almost caress be reassuring.
My cat jumps on every tree within his reach, because the instinct of the predator has never abandoned, even after half-life apartment. And when my cat is focused on its goal, which is a lizard, a bug or just a reflection, his attention is totally devoted to it, and there is no call that shook him.
My cat, however, in the holes of her attention is available to the call, which is repeated obsessively as his name when he lost sight of for a while 'and tried to figure out where he was kicked out, fearing for his safety, or respond to my call staff: a two-tone whistle followed by three kisses.
My cat, so much so, the phone sniffs with familiarity and curiosity Silvia when put on the speakerphone so that it may call it that way, and perhaps wonder what makes a small object so small.
My cat leaves its traces everywhere, but yesterday we found unexpected footprints on steel kitchen positions in physiologically improbable.
My cat must be allergic to the pumpkin, because I love its organic boxes but could not tolerate the ones with the pumpkin, which rejected it completely.
My cat is a cat clean, but important needs would require an accurate cleaning of his stuff, and every week completely change the litter and disinfection, and rub the wash, the rinse, and then remit it to him in place and him, proudly and a little 'suspicious odors of some foreigners, now renamed the
with pride and possessiveness.
My cat unfortunately is behind everything that moves, even behind the reflections of the pots that travels fast on the ceiling and in those moments completely lost all sense of danger and caution, and thinks only of how to catch its prey of the moment .
My cat comes running when he hears the sound of crumpled paper and claim that you can play with the ball you are creating, at least for those few seconds before I lose interest completely.
My cat loves to play with rubber bands for hair, especially the fluffy ones, and drag them all home and lose them one at a time. Sometimes it is need to reset the situation and just move away from the bed to enjoy a dozen, all scattered in the same way.
My cat spreads her hair everywhere and there is no vacuum or goblin which takes: they are destined to become an integral part of the structures that receive them.
My cat is smarter, much smarter than it already shows, and I know that when it comes to crouch on my knees just because he does not like it, but also because he knows that I like, and I think it is the main reason: he gives me love and cherish when I'm sure glad I have more than might be him.
My cat, in fact, it gives me much more than I can give him.
My cat is called Explorer because in the morning upon waking and after having slipped the door, rushed to climb on the roof of the oven and from there scanning the horizon, assess the situation and plan the next steps.
My cat is called Explorer, in fact it was called.
And these lines I wrote them because the weather is a bastard and memory a bitch and I do not want to find out a bit between 'time that I forgot all the happiness he gave me and I do not want his memory fades slowly I do not want to get used to his absence, because I know that some time between my legs will be used to not feel its warmth and my ears to hear its noise. So, now that the memory is still fresh and the pain is still alive, I want to take this picture of my memories because my cat does not deserve to be forgotten.
My cat was called Explorer and, above all, it was my cat.
