GATUFO (first)

I'm a cat, they call me Gatufo and I don´t know the reason.
We cats do not put names to anything because everything has its unique and unrepeatable essence.

I'm not an ordinary cat, I can tell you things and even I could remember some things about my first life and it's just what I am doing now and although it is not exactly me who does it, it is emiliano, for the case it is the same as I put in his mind what I want to say.
Yes I always do that and emiliano writes accordingly with my ideas.

What can I say about the begining of gatufo?. Here it is:

"I was born in Madrid, in the month of December 2010, more or less, at least that is what I have listened several times, but I have not clear wich place I was born, Madrid?....I don´t know what such a Word means but I think there is some place after all, therefore hardly I could remember anything of that time. Gatufo was very small and I had not spent two months with my mother when I was left in a very large space full of trees called "Casa de Campo", there were thousands of abandoned cats and dogs of all ages and sizes, many of them were sick and very sad because they did not understand why they were in such a  place and even they whay they never saw their loved humans.
Humans?. More or less I know what are they, but when I was such a large place I can´t understand these poor animals that were claiming all day with great pain.

So many of them died, yes that´s true, of hunger, or cold and sadness.

I almost died too, as I was very tiny and I was also very afraid of all that herd of hapless report. Then, after some time, I found out we were in the midst of "crisis" don´t know  not exactly what is it or even the consequences of that thing over the poor people of Casa de Campo left over there by humans.

One consequence that thing, "crisis" was that cats, dogs and other species were out of the homes of humans because they can not, or do not have humor, to keep them at home.

As I said I almost died of hunger and specially of cold, yes it was really very cold.

Shivering, even shrunk I found no way to get warm, so I climbed a tree and started to meow, as hard as I could but I realized right away I would miss the voice to keep doing it for long....miau...miauuuu
was my only Word.

It did not lost the forces after all as after a while it passed a human and looked startled by my meows upward and saw me perched on a branch of the tree.

Luckily it was not very high, my strength did not allow me to climb  more, so easily he grabbed, stroked me and I felt very hot after a while.

Then I found myself in other enclosed and warm place, in a smaller enclosure still call box.There was a soft, pleasant heat that gave me, and so I could rest and eat for much. 
Cats do not have time to measure, that does not exist for us. Never in a hurry for anything, try to sleep and eat whenever we want and if we are awake to enjoy, hunt and play. Always ready to have fun and live memory even taking the present moment intensely.

I do not know how but I had something very good to eat and water to drink, how good it was to be there. I felt happy, a warm, affection around me.

Unfortunately it was for a short time, it had been two days and I again felt caught, moved and moved to another new site that I found most enjoyable yet.

But it take a long trip inside something that moves a make noise.

I found a place that there was not so much noise, the two humans that had brought me there not long before leave the place and I was alone, with two new humans, no other cat or dogs nearby, but with the two humans with a very pleasant smell that tried to calmed me down.

Of course once I started to explore the new site that was going to be my home, I could know  I was not going to be moved or abandoned anymore. 

Yes at least I was home. 

el gatufo