Y cuando fui al gym, el gato seguía ahí:
es el momento de la sorpresa prometida…
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September 8, 2008 at 1:30 am
Hi Ernesto,
It looks a lot like my cat, Theo, who I adopted from the Animal Rescue League in Boston (and who’s actually part British short-hair). This cat must recognize you as a fellow poet, which is why he (she?) keeps gracing you with his presence.
September 8, 2008 at 10:41 am
Hola Priego, did you know that a black cat crossing your path is really lucky according to British folk law?!
September 8, 2008 at 3:26 pm
The other night a cat found me walking by its house and came to say hi.
It immediately reminded me of you.
Beso
September 8, 2008 at 5:12 pm
A very smart cat.He’s reading the sign.
September 8, 2008 at 9:49 pm
JAJAJA.
Tu relación amorosa con el gato está increíble.
Saludos desde París!
September 8, 2008 at 10:56 pm
Sugerencia: pesca al gato y llévatelo a casa; sólo esperemos que la roomie no sea alérgica…
September 9, 2008 at 12:19 am
Monterrosiano en efecto: increíble que una cosa tan chiquita haga grande al mundo.