Spring Nieve Kit

Cats, Diary, Photography

The Gang, as they have been nicknamed.

They came about four months ago, although not intentionally. They followed their mother, a homeless cat that I had been feeding for a few weeks.

Out of curiosity, they wanted to know where she was disappearing every so often.

The monster that I am trapped them into his clutches.

They have been in his castle since then.

Getting fat.

Forging new alliances.

Adapting their new home to their taste.

And purring.

Quiet evening…

Cats, Diary, Home stories, Photography, Thoughts
 

Nieve came and looked at me with those inquisitive eyes of his. He climbed and settled on my lap, all the time looking into my eyes. Then, he stretched and got comfortable to doze. Soon, Kit and Spring, who were watching on the floor, followed him and settled on my side.

I just let the moment go by, my mind flying from traces of years long gone, that palpitating moment, for to immerse into the years to come.

A moment that I will treasure.