Cats...

I've got plenty of cats in my life. I remember them all, and I still fell pain for the one who died in my lap - my beloved Popof -  and the beautiful Puccio, Alberto's cat - who was so well mannered and nice that I still feel the pang of despair when we found her dead in the sun...

Today, after decades, I'm again sharing Alberto's and my house with two cats, Gattona, the smart and lovely female who's far away from the well mannered Puccio, and Rua (Irish for "Red"), her son... who's a red tabby like Popof!

Here us theiur story so far!

https://youtu.be/n3HerbMxjDc

https://youtu.be/UE-O6zygEQQ

https://youtu.be/ZpaxvY203B4

https://youtu.be/vopVo_nv0hg

https://youtu.be/VFNLbtYDdYo

https://youtu.be/wCNBLIUlQlI

https://youtu.be/-3JCtfUREFE

https://youtu.be/xFHloUJhUn4

https://youtu.be/nj-yvPomyPo

https://youtu.be/xc--Wp4Cg7U

https://youtu.be/LFJD1h0684k

https://youtu.be/magft3gnpb8

https://youtu.be/qg-7VYpCZOQ

https://youtu.be/ctA5GSIWgz4

https://youtu.be/jED0dvdDVT4

https://youtu.be/S8ugNKbaDyM

https://youtu.be/pDP1-BitD_A

https://youtu.be/S50tIiQtJA4

https://youtu.be/_bz8AVUdB8Q

https://youtu.be/_JalWJw_sgQ

https://youtu.be/rCOu6zFaATo

https://youtu.be/Mn0hpObgDuM

https://youtu.be/AEqTDtIBFwQ

https://youtu.be/OVzesFRq850

https://youtu.be/Q2obUPP1ATY

https://youtu.be/qDIXEKSIjx8

https://youtu.be/JdoWQN5c9aI

https://youtu.be/9DKg3tGggHM

https://youtu.be/pBAvMMPBovU

https://youtu.be/F7cID9g3H-U

https://youtu.be/QJk7mqX0Bjs

https://youtu.be/8yaJd_Pg7z4

https://youtu.be/6n-o0vycLqM

https://youtu.be/0-w_tO5JQMs

https://youtu.be/jNEN66Zbk1A

https://youtu.be/cycXxu850L0

https://youtu.be/5aZ5KMem668

Be like a cat!

My therapist said that I have to learn again how to face life. And an example could be my cat, Rua.

He is the kitten that Gattona, a stray female cat, decided to bring to life on my sofa bed last August.

Well, I'm learning. Cats always live the moment, there is no past for them, nor future. They don't have memories, just experiences. They don't have plans.

My therapist also told me to face my feelings without analysing them, and so I did. And discovered that deep down, past the surviving activities, I "am" nothing but rage and despair.

But I mustn't care about the past. Nor about the future. So I'll live moment by moment, without planning, without thinking.
Improvising. Just like a cat.

And like a cat I'll no longer wear my "I'm-fine" mask, I'll no longer say "that's okay" when it's not. I'll eat, do my daily routine, and sleep a lot!

And maybe I'll resume my human contacts sooner or later - no plans!

Six years

Tonight.