The first word that comes to mind is BASTARDS!
E ' a word that is formed slowly in the mind and heart, but there is clear and almost clear and I will bill language: Bastard.
I think people who kill animals deserve to spend a year in mine, or maybe shoveling manure, or better still a year to work for them and baby.
useful the presence of these people (useless) on the ground.
are angry are angry, I am disappointed, bitter, desperate and sad.
There was once a black and white kitten, with his curious nose always upheld the human home at any time. In view of the distance and ran to get close to him, smelling the smell, he rolled on the ground, naughty, love watching him with his lively eyes looking for a bit 'of pampering.
Promptly came the hugs and loved those funny little head on the scratch card .... prrrrrrrrrrr, prrrrrrrrr, prrrrrrrrrr, prrrrrrrrrrrrrr, prrrrrrrrrrrrr, prrrrrrrrrrrrrr
these sounds,
nonsisabenedadove , cheerfully issued.
As soon as the human was about to return home here is that you, with its tail and swinging Séderon happy, and trotted around next to him, saying
"With love from me. I am a cat none . I have bosses that I only use it are still living in the illusion that we can get cats to kill mice .... poor ignorant do not know .... mice that we do not eat them but we only play? But since I know you are happy, I like your smell and your friend, you do not expect anything from me, but when you come looking for me with a look to see if I'm good and I want to make you happy with my cuddles and my love .... I know that you enjoy even if they are a bit 'dirty and very hairy! " every day so, for such a long time. The human being, which is known to not like cats but that he had been captivated by those lively eyes and that cute nose, it was falling in love. Every day he called with one hand and trying to find out if everything was OK, if there was something to do tonight if the rain had found the baby shelter.
Every day the distance is shortened and the human heart was forming a new space for her. That space
slowly becomes a basket and a soft pillow and warm, and in return gave the cat purring and love, every day, several times a day ...
One day the human leaves the house, greets her friend with a cuddle and always leaves her there to sleep in her basket.
But when she returned she is not there. The human with the usual calls to her, but she does not respond. There is not comes trotting with his tail happy, nor his Séderon not you roll on the asphalt ronfante with dreamy eyes to smell intoxicating ....
The human thought to be involved, it has something better things to do around the world. But she is there, out of sight, away from his human.
's where he finds her, her body still warm and soft tummy, with his eyes closed and mouth open. Under this machine that hides the world. Hides the shame and cruelty of the people, arid in, do not know love. Hides a little body mercilessly killed by a poison fulminans. That little body full of love for his human, full of purring and cuddling, which obviously have generated envy and malice in people who have seen rolling on the joy and the pampering of his humanity, his favorite.
time when the human comes home there will be more to receive those lively eyes and that cute nose, she trotterellerà more at his side, saying "I'm happy to see you, human" in its place the vacuum, and the space that had created the human in his heart will be filled with sadness and black . Now you look around more in search of his friend, and when he does, driving home all I see are the faces of the murderers who gliel'hanno removed, people incapable of loving people with no shame for their actions filthy, people in their ignorance that they still think that a cat only serves to catch the mice ...
petite nice trip. We hope you've found a playmate who knows how to give you the happiness that you knew, free to give us!
pictures found on the site uncanecomeamico.splinder.com she was just the same
Robida