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Samaritan Cat

Hardly I have enough money in the pension that my father sent me. The last day of the month were the most painful. Preferred coffee, listen to music and delve into the fur of my cat, who was better equipped than his master to cope with poverty. Until one day left to get the monthly turnover. Those setbacks that my father justified in a letter eventually surrender to hunger. As I am proud, I tried to resist at home, accompanied by my cat, waiting for shipment. As expected, the coffee is finished soon and cut electricity. Only the cat satisfy their hunger, because in the darkness of the night the mice were bold enough to wander home. I listened and then devour them with relish snapped his little tongue as a sign of complacency. But one night, after hearing my cat catch its prey in turn, heard no more. Suddenly I felt him beside me, leaving me something warm on the hand. I did not think and I took him to the mouth. This was repeated for several nights, hiding my shame in the dark. Until one of them my cat came with me, rubbing her back in my arm, but still prey. I understood perfectly.
The money from my father finally arrived. I have come to pay overdue bills, buy food, my coffee pot inevitable, some recent music cassettes and books that I crave read to fill the total solitude of night.