I love her when she is playful.
I love her when she is still.
I hate her when she meows at 5 am asking to be fed, and then she jumps on the dinner table, gracefully avoids my cup of tea, my laptop, and tries to get on my lap. I am mean: I sprinkle some water on her face, and she runs away.
Yes, I woke up early this morning, and there was no blue moon... but I was thinking about the Sopranos. We just bought the last season, which we had not seen, and are amazed at the flabbergasting soap. There are so many interesting characters, good stories, complex situations, unpredictable endings... One of the best series ever! I guess some of the characters in my novel will be inspired in Tony Soprano or Christopher Moltisanti or John Sacrimonti. Wise guys who are mean but also human, straight catholics who take into account honor and pride, but cheat on their wives, and beat or kill their enemies. Human complexity at its best.
But then, I watch 1, 2, or even 3 chapters of the Sopranos, and my writing time goes to zero. It does not matter, I am in no hurry to write. For me, writing is just a hobby, at which I like to take great pleasure.
Me senti identificado con la parte del texto relacionada a los Felinos. Son sin lugar a dudas menos latosos y dependientes que un perro, lo digo pues yo tengo ambos ! En cuanto a tu hermosa minina, solo que no se quede sin comida en la noche ! que si no la desmadrugada esta garantizada. Sirvele un poco de croquetas antes de acostarte y lograras descansar al menos hasta las 7 am jajaja Felicidades por tu blog.
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E.Blanc
Que malo! si es una gatita hermosa y payasa, como todos los gatitos! y seguramente tiene frío.
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