The confession
A lot of time had passed since the night when Italo saved my life and I was almost completely healed, even if I was left with a big scar now I walked good enough and my paw didn’t hurt anymore. Even Smurf (the old fleabag, for who doesn’t remember it) noticed that I was getting back into shape, in fact his pranks were becoming rarer and less mean, and naturally he applied them always from further away! On my part I had started looking at him in a different way, despite my allergy that cat was becoming more and more appealing day by day. I often wondered if it was worth it getting another gingivitis just to give him a good lesson, but them I told myself that I had more important things to think about: soon thereafter I would’ve healed completely, at that point I had to study
