In the first evening, the semifinal match of European football championships: Italy vs Germany. It was also my birthday and I wanted to celebrate with all my singing friends, so I brought pastries and Prosecco to toast all together. After a wonderful polyphonic Happy birthday for me, everyone evaporated away to sit in front of the TV and enjoy the match.
I was going back to my car to load the remains of the party, when I saw a tiny, gray thing fleeing under the wheels. A mouse or what...? I bent down and saw a little bag of bones and fleas, that was blowing frightened, with eyes full of catarrh.
What was her luck (yes, she's a lady)? Around my car we were left in two, a vet and me, a real cat lover. My friend visited the sick kitty and gave me a prescription to get the medecines. So, while the whole Italy was watching TV, I was looking for an open pharmacy.
But how to bring her home with me? I had no box, so I got the Prosecco's one and I made some holes to let her breathe. Furthermore I already had another cat, Leccalecca (Lollypop, in italian), that would not be happy...
But I had no choice, so I thought I would have spent some time to cure her and in the meantime I would have looked for someone who would adopt her.
But we were in June: who would adopt a little, common tiger cat in summer? So I brought her home, to my son who were mad of joy to have another friend. We whashed and cured her, and after one month and a lot of patience (she lived a week closed in bathroom to avoid Leccalecca's anger), she was so:
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