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       Today is 12.2.2011 and the truth is:  that I met a lot of great dogs and cats in my life -
and I'm marked by it now - They've been with me since I was a child.    A few times I experienced
crucial chills through them: and even though - we no longer live so close together    - I'm still
among them: like that flashy wavy line between fish in the yin yang symbol.
       For the very first time I remember:     I see a little dead cat on doormat in front of the
door to of our house in old Petržalka - she lies there motionless: in her open mouth:     she has
pointed translucent teeth - she is whole into the U (they dying into the U) :and a little further
on   - the faint yellow color of her last vomit are burning into my brain forever.
       Cats are - also for me - the mediators between this and the other side:   because when our
kittens were born - we left only one - the others grandfather drowned in the bucket   - and I was
lucky enough to hang around again - and hear their howling whirr: and even see through the yellow
round edge directly into the abyss..
       The decisive cat was called Old: so my grandfather started calling her: he loved cats:  he
always stroked them: and gnashed his teeth: and asked them gentle questions   - so what about you
mine? :And it must have cost him a lot of self-denial    - when he had to undo for the Old almost
whole her litter - as the alpha male in the house - it had to be him alone:      what will be the
Darwin - otherwise the cats would eat us in the end.
       The Old came to us from the neighbors allegedly - maybe she was called differently    - or
she didn't have a name at all. Who knows. Either way       - in a few days after  the dead kitten
appeared on our doormat:  it began appears in our yard a little smooth tiger beast        - quite
unusual: so strangely: more black than gray.
       Grandpa said the neighbors had poisoned all her kittens: so she ran away from them.    She
brought the last one to us on the doormat: so we could see: so Grandpa could see:   what they had
done to her - and he understood: and always left her one.
       And thus he ensured peace with the other side - and then - when he left the world:    they
took him gently - certainly because the old had in the hierarchy of creatures:     what they pass
between worlds: high position:   it was the alpha cat on the street - and the first court lady of
Bastet herself.
       And I got a sign of unrest from her  - a brisk bloodline with a bent claw on my left hand:
even now it can be seen - it will be there forever - I'll show it to someone one day:  but I hope
a long time not yet