A summer night in 2022. You came to my window, from who knows where. You meowed intensely all your life. A friend of mine who studied veterinary medicine told me that your kind tend to be very ‘talkative’. Your little blue eyes, not very big, and that beautiful round face you have always had is something that to this day, just by closing my eyes for a moment, I keep very present in my mind. I remember you as the first day you came to my house, dear little cat eater.
Just never got the chance to adopt you. You wouldn't let me. You were never aggressive or even less violent. On the contrary, you always stood out as a heart-melting kitty. You were always kind, tender, cute and extremely photographic. Although, completely wild. You preferred the chaos of the street to the safety and perhaps the boredom of a home. Of course, for more than two years that we were together, you never lacked affection. My daughter gave you the name you left this world with: Michito. We thought it was appropriate from the first time she called you that name. And you didn't object too much.
It took you a week to get used to your new name. You slept in that window where we met, every night. You rejected the couch and the cardboard shirts for the feel of the wind on your beautiful cheeks and the rage of the catnip nights. No doubt, you were the king of the roofs. Oh, poor kitties... I confess that you were responsible for several kittens. My dad used to say of you that you were ‘a real gentleman’. You would bring the kitten you had impregnated to eat at our house. We would be you, but you refused to eat; she went first, your companion in the street.
These are lines I'm writing about you, Michito, and I still can't get over your departure... It was too sudden. One day I was fine, and the next I was in pain and anguish. I knew I had done something to you... There was no time for anything. Probably poison... It's terrible that someone as beautiful as you should have come across the worst of my species; other human beings.... I still don't have the courage to inform my daughter of your sad goodbye. It will tear her apart, I know it, and surely you could sense it too. She loved you and bragged on you so much.
Michito, I thank you for being my little friend. Many times we shared a sunset on the pavement, alone, together. You were always my favourite. Even more than your brother ‘William’. I wish all the kittens had your personality.... Everyone who met you, loved you right away. You are so hard not to eat up with kisses. I can't express how happy and pleased you made me. You came into my life in the summer and you were that dose of companionship I needed. I hope I was worthy of you, dear friend. Forgive me the bad, may you meow loudly wherever you are. And of course, may you eat as well as when you were by my side. Never will the window be the same without you. Cute kitty, I love you very much. Thank you for being my friend.
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