The Character of Sofia
The quail was the first victim, because on the second day she brought a multicolored parrot that she left in the middle of the room. I remember looking at the computer when I felt Sofia's stealth behind the curtains, then under the table, above the old shelf. I stopped to see what he was doing when he suddenly pulled the inert body of the bird out of one of the furniture. This time I tried to scold and punish her, but Sofia was faster and jumped to the top of a cabinet. From there, she wagged her tail slowly, her gaze fixed and accusing in front of me. After these two birds, he brought several toads, lizards, squirrels, and always left the corpses in visible places and almost always in front of my eyes.
My return had been terrible because always coming back from family home was traumatic for me. Generally I didn't want to leave home, or see friends or neighbors, spend hours sleeping, eating, surviving. Returning home and finding myself alone with Sophie made me fall into a feeling of nostalgia and even depression, so Sophie's actions were already bothering and unsettling me. At first I thought it could be normal cat behavior, but I checked the internet and read that the kittens discarded any evidence of their crimes: 30% of what they killed was eaten, 49% was left dead where it fell, and only a quarter of what they killed was taken home. In other words, Sofia was acting abnormally to her nature.
Although Sofia acted most of the time like a normal cat, she slept, purred, shed hairs everywhere as always, was having a ruthless and suicidal behavior. Not only with other animals in her environment, but with herself. She had discovered it crossing the street just as the cars were speeding through the streets or jumping from great and deadly heights, arriving home then all battered and dirty. She always looked at me in a defiant, perverse, snub manner. I only chose to scold her and not to caress her, so it assumes an offended cat attitude.
Sofia is a cat that came to my house after one of those trips I make to visit my family. She arrived in January, hungry and since that day she has been my only companion in the house. I always fought with her because she scratched the furniture, the carpet even got into the closet and cluttered all the clothes. Once I got furious and took her out of the house, but she managed to get in through one of the windows and went to my room. There she began to purr and in that sound I felt that she was asking for forgiveness. That's the way it always was: I would do something bad and then come purring between my feet or my arms, but not now. Now Sofia makes a mess and looks at me in a challenging and insulting way, almost with a mocking grin on her feline face.
Yesterday, I decided to leave home and take Sofia to the vet, but basically my cat's vet told me (after I gave her a thousand complaints about Sofia's character) that animals look like their owners and that I was just my cat's maid. I'd better accept it, said. As the specialist said these words, I saw Sofia's hairy face and there were her bright eyes, her sharp fangs and a grimace of mockery and disdain. At that moment I realized that in my and Sofia's coexistence, I was the mascot of the relationship.
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