I discovered that the inspiration is directly related to work commitments, so now that we start again, I am ready to write!
For photos summer have to wait another few days, because the little Cloe and the rest of the family are still on holiday ...
However, were we to the possible adoption of the cat Salento, I think.
Well, things went well ...
One of the characteristics of the house in Puglia is that it has a cute garden with small orchard, locus amoenus my father crossed daily by many cats.
Always, my father chasing them to make them run away, because you never know who are good and who dare to infect the area in which to graze our youngest, Chloe precisely.
yet, as well as the stray Gattaccia, he slipped one day a tiny kitten that my parents had already met in the street in front, innocent victim of too much affection and games for kids in the neighborhood.
The kitten, a minute or constitution, but in his lively rural games, has now won the hearts of my father, recalling the simple and healthy rural life of his childhood!
The kitten, in fact, chasing lizards, leaping to catch flies, and climbed the pergola, free the sophistication of city life, eating anything and accepted hugs and caresses by all!
My mother, then grandmother's thoughtful, he is now anxious to go and look for the crispy Cloe, remained from the previous year, for the lively and very nice kitten could grow healthy and beautiful.
Pussy simple but certainly not stupid, he appreciated the hospitality of good degree, and began to return more frequently, until my parents would not have decided to adopt it (they took her to the vet) for be able to enjoy his company, but without putting at risk the health of Cloe.
always followed the lively company of the kitten, my father watered the garden, picking vegetables and fruits, read the paper and lay in the garden.
There's even someone who claims to have heard him ask for silence so that the cat slept, and soon after, seeing him pick up the newspaper that she had to show the baby on his stomach, dozed off on him.
And as the first love you never forget, and the cat had awakened in him memories of other times, it also decided to call Zelia, like his first girlfriend!
(Let it be clear that if ever I decide to call a cat Francis, please stop me!)
yet we know how are things when you get used to the vices, you can not live without! Zelia and so began choosing which biscuits to eat and see and touch those people who could not! So, now it was made, had become a spoiled cat, so perfectly suited for domestic life in Milan!
Then came Chloe that, despite its illustrious beauty, seemed like a huge bison in comparison to what scricciolino minute.
And while the cat roam freely and easily in the garden, Chloe wandered restrained with a leash, while he reclaims his territory summer.
Suddenly the match.
The two have remained fixed for a quarter of an hour, while Anna and I were ready to intervene.
Zelia raised the hair, while Chloe did not respond.
"And what would this little ball of fur on all fours? Am I the only cat in the world?" asked puzzled.
Then Zelia got to be safe and gave expression to his curiosity, approaching Cloe to make your acquaintance.
Cloe was blowing, but always do little and puzzled, as if by an instinct to know he was not reacting against his will.
After a while ' We divided the time: in a house and one outside.
do not know what I'd give to have filmed the scene of Zelia jumping to reach the glass of the door and be able to see her new friend.
Then he fell asleep on the couch quiet, paws up, as he often did ... and this is the last memory we have of her, because we have stolen that night ...
there was a few days of mourning and long walks around the house hoping to find her, but nothing: Chloe will remain the undisputed heroine of this blog!
For photos summer have to wait another few days, because the little Cloe and the rest of the family are still on holiday ...
However, were we to the possible adoption of the cat Salento, I think.
Well, things went well ...
One of the characteristics of the house in Puglia is that it has a cute garden with small orchard, locus amoenus my father crossed daily by many cats.
Always, my father chasing them to make them run away, because you never know who are good and who dare to infect the area in which to graze our youngest, Chloe precisely.
yet, as well as the stray Gattaccia, he slipped one day a tiny kitten that my parents had already met in the street in front, innocent victim of too much affection and games for kids in the neighborhood.
The kitten, a minute or constitution, but in his lively rural games, has now won the hearts of my father, recalling the simple and healthy rural life of his childhood!
The kitten, in fact, chasing lizards, leaping to catch flies, and climbed the pergola, free the sophistication of city life, eating anything and accepted hugs and caresses by all!
My mother, then grandmother's thoughtful, he is now anxious to go and look for the crispy Cloe, remained from the previous year, for the lively and very nice kitten could grow healthy and beautiful.
Pussy simple but certainly not stupid, he appreciated the hospitality of good degree, and began to return more frequently, until my parents would not have decided to adopt it (they took her to the vet) for be able to enjoy his company, but without putting at risk the health of Cloe. always followed the lively company of the kitten, my father watered the garden, picking vegetables and fruits, read the paper and lay in the garden.
There's even someone who claims to have heard him ask for silence so that the cat slept, and soon after, seeing him pick up the newspaper that she had to show the baby on his stomach, dozed off on him.
And as the first love you never forget, and the cat had awakened in him memories of other times, it also decided to call Zelia, like his first girlfriend!
(Let it be clear that if ever I decide to call a cat Francis, please stop me!)
yet we know how are things when you get used to the vices, you can not live without! Zelia and so began choosing which biscuits to eat and see and touch those people who could not! So, now it was made, had become a spoiled cat, so perfectly suited for domestic life in Milan!
Then came Chloe that, despite its illustrious beauty, seemed like a huge bison in comparison to what scricciolino minute.
And while the cat roam freely and easily in the garden, Chloe wandered restrained with a leash, while he reclaims his territory summer.
Suddenly the match.
The two have remained fixed for a quarter of an hour, while Anna and I were ready to intervene.
Zelia raised the hair, while Chloe did not respond.
"And what would this little ball of fur on all fours? Am I the only cat in the world?" asked puzzled.
Then Zelia got to be safe and gave expression to his curiosity, approaching Cloe to make your acquaintance.
Cloe was blowing, but always do little and puzzled, as if by an instinct to know he was not reacting against his will.
After a while ' We divided the time: in a house and one outside.
do not know what I'd give to have filmed the scene of Zelia jumping to reach the glass of the door and be able to see her new friend.
Then he fell asleep on the couch quiet, paws up, as he often did ... and this is the last memory we have of her, because we have stolen that night ...
there was a few days of mourning and long walks around the house hoping to find her, but nothing: Chloe will remain the undisputed heroine of this blog!
