We depart in the Friday morning, underway to my hometown for the first time after our wedding and for my wife, who never been there before.
Pasture and woods of BR-425
In the back seat was a little kitty crying of fear, asking forgiveness for poop he made on the floor and not in his litter box, without understanding what he did for the world to bring him such a destiny.
I explained to him, a lot of times, but, as expected, he cannot understand the words and complex syntax of human vocabulary. Everything was spinning too fast, like a Gorillaz music, so, he continues to cry until he falls asleep.
Alas! Don't judge me, it all was for his own good. He was in his way for adoption. We have two other cats in a small apartment, therefore we could not afford another. He was small but would grow to the size of a normal and full of fur cat. A friend of mine accepted he in and we made our way to deliver.
After delivered and frightened of his new home, like all cats are, we go back to my parent's house and I show my town to my wife, full of woods, dust and stagnation. Nothing like to be a country boy.
The Little One