IN CATS´ KINGDOM

I´ve already told you that we live in Windmill Lane, but what you don´t know yet is that we live in a land ruled by cats.
There is a small garden shared by all the apartments, but the real owners are these fat cats... fat as monarchy used to be, fat and proud.
I had two interesting conversations about cats recently with two different people. They agreed in how cats are convinced that they´re the governors of the land where they live and we are only guests here.
So, I´m aware I´m a guest. I´m living here because they allow me to live here. They eat all the mouses and insects that could scare me in my way home, so somehow I should be grateful to live under their domine.
Es una rallada, tengo que reconocerlo, pero de alguna manera es curioso. El porte elegante y ariscocrático que tienen, lo inmensamente gordos que están y como se pasean con aires de dignidad...
La certeza de saber que cuando vives con un gato, él considera que la casa es suya y tú sólo su acompañante (tal vez su sirviente... quién le da la comida y le cambia el cajón de arena) simplemente me impacta.
Pero no puedo subirme un rey a casa... soy alérgica... Y ya tengo bastante con la moqueta!!