THE CAT WITHOUT BOOTS

This cat that escaped from Leganés to a frontier town - that during the summer had taken a family to him threw to the coleto 400 km, and arrived and arrived as it could not less be, with its slight patitas you reject and covered with blood, it has to me obsessed when thinking about the enormous difficulties that it had to support, I passed by some city, towns, bordering rivers, frightful dogs, mud walls, bramble patches and like no, enormous and frightful the four and more wheels... With regard to wheels, the amount of ironed cats that we have seen in the highways, of such luck that " a collector " had cultivated field the wall of his full animal property of this class in diverse and macabras attitudes of fled...

Plus the disquieting question it is as it could be oriented and give with the town at issue in only 11 days. All we know of the most complicated sense of the direction of certain birds, but of the cats, that I know, outside exceptional night vision. Perhaps it was this quality the one that would allow him to travel by the nights and to perhaps watch stars? And mainly that that saw so many nights while it made arrumacos to that blond kitten that knew in the tile roof of the town, while they filled to his tiny pulmonary alveoli of a fresh air and pure " That if that was freedom and life ".

Perhaps a rationalist one gave the explanation us of which somebody found it in the desfallecido way raised it its car and accidentally took to the same way or some similar argument. This form to think acquittal mystery to the epic and enchantment to " the trip ": for me, who if in the news locked up " cat does not exist ", and does not seem the case indeed, was a species of " incarnation " and that introduced the spirit of some villager, which would explain, time, direction, directions of which would even have to make to save obstacles so varied.

This small cat, gives a lesson once again us of which it is possible to be done, for the sake of the freedom, of the search of the authentic thing, serving to a little while of reflection, not only from the scientific point of view, but so many human who we lived in these uncomfortable cities, and cruel form.

Manuel Carlón

Autumn of the 95.