2/11/07

On a dreary day, the cat sanctuary allows one to duck inside a contained world, away from the stresses outside. One gets to consider what it might be like to be a cat, condescending, independent, with a playful tail and retractable claws, living a life of perfect laziness. But here another side of the animal is seen. Here are abandoned strays, sick and injured, their grace overshadowed by pathetically awkward movements. These animals depend not on the hope of someone finding them beautiful, but pitiful.

I have always wanted to have a cat, and I hope to be able to have one next semester. But it will depend on my living situation, and that lies in the future. For now I live in Rome.
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Today’s word: Gatto