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Mi mas oculto deseo fue siempre ser escritor y aprender varios idiomas. He llegado a defenderme bien en Ingles y chapurrear algo de Frances. El cine y la fotografia me fascinan. La música, de todo tipo, ha sido siempre mi relax. La amistad la valora mas que a nada en la vida.

sábado, 13 de agosto de 2016


As a cat I could see and listen nearly everything which happens in the house, they think I can´t
because it seems I am always sleeping.

But do humans know how cats sleep?. Of course not.

I feel when Emiliano is going through troubles, when he is sad, when is is worried about some things that sincerely I don´t understand.  Why humans are so complicated?. He has shelter, a bed to sleep, free time as he is always indoors, and having all his necessities covered he use to be worried I don´t know why or what for.
What is inside Cuca´s mind?. This is a little more complicated, women have their minds more closed for a cat like me. Some how they are differents from men, her mind is not easy or simple as it is the mind of a man.

She use to suffers in silence, she doesn´t like to complain nearly about nothing. Some times despite she is not in good health she doesn´t said a single word about her pain. It could be because she knows that Emiliano is always worried about her health.

Everything here at home use to be quiet, not too much tv., twice or three times only along the day, but there is always some little noise they called music. It is nice, but Emiliano likes to listen to this noise along hours. I don´t care, after so many time I got acustomed to this kind of sound

Outside home there is a world I don´t know anything about. I could see a big space through something clear, I don´t know what is it, where some time pass other people that I am not interested at all. Different noises come from outside, voices, big boxes that moves up and down without any sense to a cat. The worst it is they make too much noise, other time they remains hours without any movement, it is crazy. People come, open little doors and go into the big box, and after a Little while the box started to move making that horrible noise that I don´t like absolutely.

There is nothing of my interest outsie, only the sun, I like to be after the clear space taking the sun, yes I know that is taken the sun because that is how Emiliano and Cuca call it when I was under that light so warm and agreeble.  But where is the sun?. Lately I don´t see it, but today here it was again and I was happy close to the clear light that warm me so much. Doing that I am happy.

They use to say, look to Gatufo he is taken the sun, and that is the reason I know what taken the sun is. Yes, there is something that comes from outside and it is the only thing I like.

The best site of the house it is on the lap of Emiliano, over there I feel sure. He use to touch me
and it makes me feel happy, loved, his hands are so soft. I would like to play with him more times but he seems to be occupied always. With not enough time to play with me and it make me feel sad some times.

Again hot is here, why?. Too much for me, I don´t know how this my world goes on. Some times
there is too much hot, and other too much cold, and I can´t see any reason for that.
Usually I like hot, but it seems that when there is too much hot Emiliano doesn´t like to have me on his lap. He move up and down continuosly having not a moment to rest, to be quiet in peace and I dislike him going from a place to another. Sit down and do not move I would like to say him in his extrange language that I can´t pronounce.

Why do they need to talk so much one with another, it is so easy to know what is happening inside their minds, at least for me. It seems, after all, they are not so smart as I am, as cats use to be. We don´t need to talk, we read the feelings of our groupt, of our similar cats. Of course, these big creatures are different from me, despite they have to be cat also, or not, how cats are?.who knows?. Never I have seen one.
They call me cat, but they call themselves humans, what could be the differences.....well I don´t know and don´t care at all.
Cat? Humans? What is the difference?. I like to say somethings to Emiliano and sometimes he seems to know what I mean, but other time he doesn´t, it depends of the day or the humor he has.

I love Emiliano and Cuca, they love me too, I am happy at their side  so for me it is more tan enough.
I have my wáter, my food always in my will, I do wich ever thing I like to do, I clim up their bed and like to sleep together, just in the middle and they say nothing.
Emiliano makes a big sound when he sleeps but I like the sound, it makes me happy as I know he is happy resting for the next day.

Life as a cat here is good, very good indeed.

I would tell you more things about these my people, about this my house, and of course this my life together with Emiliano and Cuca.

Portugal -- Cascais/Estoril

the gatufo

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