Nissus, gordo, gordo-preto, preto-gordo, farty cat, kitty cat..R.I.P

R.I.P Nissus - min lilla underbara katt. Kommer aldrig förlåta mig själv, jag kunde ha räddat dig, eller åtminstonde försökt...Du hade världens konstigaste karaktär, men det var just det som gjorde dig så speciell och älskad av oss alla. Aldrig har jag skrattat så mycket åt dig. Du var en stor del av våra liv och var med så länge, nästan sedan vi kom till Sverige.

Du var och kommer alltid finnas i mitt hjärta. Förlåt...I am going to miss you so much.

14/01-07 @)--'-,-'---

Cat's Dream BY Pablo Neruda

How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings--
a series of burnt circles--
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.

I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.

I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger's great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.

Sleep, sleep cat of the night,
with episcopal ceremony
and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams;
control the obscurity
of our slumbering prowess
with your relentless heart
and the great ruff of your tail