Dreaming

A little less than three years ago, we had a cat in our communal house called "Ñaupa".

The companion stopped between the books; maybe he just made us believe he was reading, but that purr in the middle of an open book looked like the murmur of a boy reading.

In November 2016 "Palomo" arrived: we found him in the street, badly wounded.

He has never been a reader nor has shown interest in reading, especially since we found - also thrown away in the street and hungry - "Plumo", in the month of February.

We are going to talk to them now, to see if they will do more than just sleep.