I have a lot of recipe suitable for summer weather that I had put away at other times, but in this period I'm cooking at all and my rule here is that the public only what I put on the table, when I put it there. As a result, now I should publish the photo of a menhir of Parmigiano Reggiano, a cliff that led me from Modena, which is my main source of livelihood along with the bread that I do weekly. I do not think the case.
So will entertain you with my love life.
My love life could be passed subject of an exciting feuilleton in six hundred and fifteen thousand episodes, entitled "tough love", which takes you to sigh nailed here until the end of your days. But because I love the synthesis, summarized as follows: did not go well.
taken note of this unpleasant reality, and the woefully poor quality of the material found in the universe and its human male, at some point I gave up hope for an improvement and I have taken early retirement.
But in short, to be happy there must be a single flow, and I do not.
least one cat in which exchange of effusions and a chat at the table and before falling asleep, I really needed. In fact I was with Paloma the , which for 17 years has been my companion while engaged in the trial came and went - especially going, I would say - and her love was not easy in the beginning: it was a cat shy and introverted, it is slipped quickly under the bed and forced me to wait for months before deciding to get out and start our married life. With her, every step towards the conquest of love has been a patient, gentle and respectful courtship, strategic retreats, small concessions, hesitations, adjustments. But then, when we arrived, she became the queen of my life (lyrics move you).
When she died I waited a long time before he could accept the idea of \u200b\u200banother cat, but then I met Emma , which was wonderful. With her love was easy and passionate from the start: I loved him without too much playacting was not a sophisticated person, but he loved cuddle e farsi coccolare, dormiva felice e rilassata su ogni parte del mio corpo e aveva tutto quello che mi piace in un gatto. Sotto il Letto ci è andata solo per qualche pisolo estemporaneo. Infatti è durata solo pochi mesi, prima che Qualcuno decidesse che doveva morire di una malattia orrenda e lasciarmi sola (qua potete piangere).
Un mese fa, è piombata nella mia vita questa gattina , che finora ha avuto svariati nomi ma nessuno definitivo, dato che il suo vero nome dovrebbe essere Castigo, e non mi pare bello. È apparsa in una foto, ed era bella, ma talmente bella che anche se le circostanze lo sconsigliavano decisamente, me ne sono innamorata. Quando l'ho conosciuta fisicamente mi hanno messo in braccio questa felina piumosa e minuscola che si è ribaltata sulla schiena, ha fatto le fusa e in tre minuti si era addormentata. Dopo quella importante verifica non ho avuto esitazioni, e l'ho presa con me.
I guai sono iniziati subito. Ma insomma, è soltanto una gattina piccola che è stata appena separata dalla sua mamma, penso io, diamole il tempo di fidarsi. Seh. Fidarsi lei si fida, e non ha paura di niente. Semplicemente, non le piacciono un sacco di cose. Non le piaccio io, non le piace casa di mia mamma, non le piacciono le mie scarpe (infatti ci piscia sopra), non le piace la pappa, non le piace casa mia (infatti ci fa la cacca a scopo intimidatorio), non le piace essere accarezzata. Non le piace stare con me. Ovviamente ha preso possesso del territorio Under the bed, and from there claim to rule. If you want something, if it gets no thanks, protest or otherwise doing damage, but I never explains what he wants, and I guess you'll never guess. But it is fierce, is very sociable with people, it is peaceful, with all play and sleep in my bed. He has no problems with character, not a cat "difficult" is not frightened or aggressive. Only, there is something wrong in his life with me: I was not recognized as a relative, here. And this is making me very unhappy.
Where is the ball of which I fell in love? What have I done wrong to be treated like this? I tried to compare the level of dominance, and I lost. I tried with the sweetness, which is still my line of conduct, but she does not care. I tried the box, but I do not understand when I talk to, and still cares. I read all the treatises of feline behaviorism available and reasoned with friends and veterinarian, and I dug a spider hole, except that some cats are like that, period.
In the grip of a growing frustration, I spoke with the person who had given me, and I finally understood something fundamental, I was hushed: the kitten has grown in the garden with his mom and his brothers, in absence of humanity only as providers of jelly. This was the information that enlightened me: she simply does not just the life that is here. She is one who wants to walk around to see the world before returning to the gun at your sofa. It has nothing against humans, indeed: the need and take what they give, and is willing to moderate intimacy. It is not, and never will be, only a cat from the sofa.
I, you know, I have this belief that we are at the service of the cats, and nothing would make me happier than to serve her, but my spirit of sacrifice does not reach the emotional masochism. For what I have already given to humans, and I'm sick and pockets.
When I love, I have this strange, selfish need to be reciprocated. If not there I just can not be happy, and the service becomes un peso.
Quindi, poiché io tutto posso darle ma non un giardino e una vita avventurosa, questa gattina forse deve trovare un'altra casa, un'altra persona e un'altra vita che siano più adatti a lei. Ed io devo trovare un gatto che sia adatto a me, alla mia casa e alla mia vita.
Mi rifiuto di vivere da separata in casa in contemplazione di una gatta bellissima che non mi ama, per i prossimi vent'anni. Gli amori difficili non fanno più per me.
Ecco: qua potete anche indignarvi.
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