... no, stop, please. I'm not singing requiems for some celebrities ...
I'm not even saying goodbye, with a clenched fist, those killed in battle or in prison (the wars of today ...), to which I often think well ...
This post is an intimate, in any depth meaning , lack of emotional involvement .... only one of the tiny things of life, valuable or not.
In the last post I talked about the hungry robin defied death by going to fish in the bowl of cat crunchies ....
This time he has done it.
Tricolour was smarter, or faster than him, she followed her kitten instincts and she has succeeded in ....
Unfortunately I realized it too late, when the kitten playing with a pile of death feathers .
I wanted to photograph him while alive, proud with its crunchy in its beak .... he made me laugh too much, that flying little thing!
Instead, I just managed to fix him in death ...
I did not even snatched him from the clutches of his killer, what's the point? She 's a cat, she has no consciousness of life and death, suffering, pain ....
She follows her instincts and nothing else, what else should she do? The wickedness and cruelty, really,
does not belong to the animals ... are our characteristics.
And so, Farewell, my little pile of feathers ...
I'm not even saying goodbye, with a clenched fist, those killed in battle or in prison (the wars of today ...), to which I often think well ...
This post is an intimate, in any depth meaning , lack of emotional involvement .... only one of the tiny things of life, valuable or not.
In the last post I talked about the hungry robin defied death by going to fish in the bowl of cat crunchies ....
This time he has done it.
Tricolour was smarter, or faster than him, she followed her kitten instincts and she has succeeded in ....
Unfortunately I realized it too late, when the kitten playing with a pile of death feathers .
I wanted to photograph him while alive, proud with its crunchy in its beak .... he made me laugh too much, that flying little thing!
Instead, I just managed to fix him in death ...
I did not even snatched him from the clutches of his killer, what's the point? She 's a cat, she has no consciousness of life and death, suffering, pain ....
She follows her instincts and nothing else, what else should she do? The wickedness and cruelty, really,
does not belong to the animals ... are our characteristics.
And so, Farewell, my little pile of feathers ...
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