The days have become longer than expected, and waiting for the birth of Monchi’s children was not an easy task, everything pointed to the fact that with the full moon, things would change, that her little ones would be born, however, nature seems to indicate that no It is now when they are going to be born and the indication is reduced to a false alarm.
She is my cat named Winter Goyo, inside the space where my husband planted corn
Day after day we leave the idea behind, and it is always difficult not to know about the father, or even to see if it is worth recognising him as a being among us, because in our minds his presence remains a mystery. I haven’t written on the blog for days, so I take on the task of directing a few lines to overcome negligence and force discipline through words; Life and your routine have changed a little.
A good streak of overtime keeps me busy and exhausted, out of the usual routine, however, coming home and sharing brief moments with Goyo and Monchi is fun and comforting. Goyo has become muscular and a climber, she likes life outdoors and my husband has built her a ramp to go to the roof; The staircase to heaven is an interesting and fun invention for them, especially when they reach the wooden landing in the middle of the path where they climb and go to sleep, playing with a clay bell that shows off its vibrant colours and that plays when the game becomes tremendous and arduous.
Monchi, my husband’s darling like Goyo, turns out to have a more serene and observant character; Although Goyo is much more active and playful due to her age, she is certainly also the most cuddly.
Goyo-Goyo, Gato Goyo, likes soup and vegetables, pieces of bread and cereal; She eats with unparalleled joy and voracity, she doesn’t even pay attention to whether or not she throws the food on the floor, she puts in her paws and teeth alike, always in search of the next culinary adventure that presents itself to her. On the other hand, Monchi is delicate, and only eats her cat food, she likes milk, enjoying small sips that we provide her in a special bowl, making each meal become a unique moment, almost a ritual, both feel like kings in their kingdom. This coexistence has made the home overflow with joy and laughter, turning the wait for those little lives into an experience that, although uncertain, is filled with love and hope.
The difficult moments
The other day something unusual happened, an injured cat with the air of an extreme stray entered the house, and both kittens were on guard and notified my husband of its presence, which was not pleasant for anyone, I was at work, and I couldn’t find out. More about the individual, I simply found out that he hid in the closet and then jumped without the slightest care for the things at home, breaking some objects in his frantic search for a safe corner to hide.
It gives me chills to think that my husband would not have been there and that sick animal, perhaps due to a fight or mange, would harm one of the little girls that accompanied us. This unexpected encounter made me reflect on our responsibilities as caregivers of the animals we decide to welcome into our homes; Undoubtedly, the treatment of a domestic animal is different, since they are creatures that have known love and security, unlike those who have been forced to fight for their survival on the cold street.
Notably, a street survivor learns tricks and rituals that are not healthy for anyone; He is a kind of thug, cop and bandit, who does not recognize either side, his behaviour is a reflection of his constant fight for life. However, there are animals on the street that do not last long, others that have difficulty maintaining their young and others that miss the opportunity to find a safe place to shelter, all of this highlights the cruelty of the urban environment that so many experience. are forced to face.
However, the instinct of that beggar directed him to the place he thought would be safe, although he was unaware of the dangers that could exist in a foreign home. However, his moment of living among humans had already expired a long time ago, his instinct would not be bowed in any way and at that moment, although I did not have first-hand experience, I realized the importance of being able to live with animals from when they are small to be able to recognize in them that part of humanity that beasts lose or do not recognize. Furthermore, this led me to think about the need to promote the adoption of stray animals, allowing them to heal emotionally and physically, so that they can be reintegrated into the warmth of a home and find the love they so deserve, in the hope that one day the history of these animals will change, and they will go from being vagabonds to being part of a loving family.
This leads me to reflect on the adventures of life in the different social strata, in those latitudes of the planet where life becomes a constant struggle for survival; human beings who are born in the middle of a war and learn to live at the drop of a hat, avoiding falling prey to a stray bullet or hitting a bullet in the middle of a confrontation, eating whatever and whenever possible and suffering bodily injuries. and the soul difficult to heal, without a being to accompany them within that loneliness to which they become accustomed, hardened with the shell of indifference on which they feed and in which they shelter, day by day…
That was the profile of the bandit cat that visited the house… How different is the life of the house kitten! His games are to dissipate, his prayers are to feel pampered and loved, he has his spaces to eat and sleep, his anti-flea foam bath, he does not know a wound on his body and much less the smell of mud between his claws; His treatment and look are kind, he radiates tenderness to the person who feeds him and encourages them to be his company.
Life in a swaddle and security are constant, there is no need to worry about the food of the day, just go to the bowl of milk or croquettes, their food is balanced and they look healthy. This cat, who has known love and care, is a living testimony of the well-being that a home can provide; Unlike his counterparts on the street, he enjoys a soft ray of sunlight coming through the window, where he lazily stretches and dreams of adventures without leaving his shelter, while listening to the soft hum of everyday life around him. The caresses on his soft fur are like a balm, and every smile he receives is a reminder of how lucky he is, in contrast to the lonely and dangerous existence of those who wander the streets, seeking shelter and company.
Despite everything, in the streets of various cities around the world, there is a growing population of dogs, cats, rats and mice that make up an underworld, where the law that prevails is that of the strongest and survival vacillates between famine and destitution for the least able of the group.
In this vast and often ignored ecosystem, animals struggle daily to find food and shelter, facing dangers that are often invisible to those who walk above them, absorbed in their routine. It is a world apart, full of silent struggles, a call for help for those of us who lovingly care for pets and who, however, often look at these painful details that surround us without observing them. Without a doubt, some turn a blind eye to a reality like this, choosing to ignore the suffering that, although distant, shares a space with us in this complicated coexistence. Thus, a responsibility that falls to all of us as a society is revealed, promoting awareness and respect for all living beings that inhabit our cities.
Current moment:
I no longer have a cat at home, a grey boy visits me who just today saw me live and in full colour without blocking the kitchen window…
I have always thought that an ancient spirit lives in him, someone who in another space and time has arrived to connect with people who can see something special in him.
They say that a cat approaches people and returns to them for a special reason, it is not random that such a peculiar visit happens in my yard.
Yes, other cats pass by and they don’t linger, they don’t make themselves noticed, they don’t stare when I greet them, like that cat that comes periodically does.
I don’t give him a name, he doesn’t need it, someone must have given him one, I know that his name if he has one, is not the same as that of the soul that accompanies him.
It is like a secret kept and shared by instinct with the people he has to connect with.
